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Year Three, Day 231: The Eagle Who Thought He Was a Chicken


I was tired today. I felt the blues breathing down the back of my neck. But I did not give in. I was expecting him to come calling. 

I attribute it to my unfortunate food indulgences over the last 2 weeks. I have eaten gluten, dairy and sugar.  But I am back on track today. I had a nice breakfast with my mother this morning. Scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, tomato slices, orange juice and black tea.

For lunch, more tea and a huge salad.

For dinner, cajun shrimp, rice and veggies.

I had a few students today. It was a light day, as many are still on winter break. Good thing, because about half way through the day, I wanted to just lay down on the floor and pass out. I was that tired.

But one of  my family members in crisis called just about that time. So instead of laying on the floor in the church sanctuary where I teach on Saturdays, I got on my knees and prayed.  After work, I headed to the gym. I sat in the sauna. Then took a nice hot shower.  My family member in crisis and girlfriend called and asked if I would meet them at the mall.  I agreed. I got there early and sat in the food court with my dinner.  I decided to use the time to read from my Joyce Meyer book (The Mind Connection: How the Thoughts You Choose Affect Your Mood, Behavior and Decisions). I am in the last few chapters. Still underlining furiously.  

I am so thankful I had this book, my bible and notebook with me.  I often feel like a bag lady, traveling around with my bag of books and backpack full of gym clothes, snacks and toiletries. But one never knows what one might need when one is a commuter!

I ate up the words in the book today faster than I could swallow my Cajun shrimp.

I had just read the story about the "Eagle Who Thought He Was A Chicken" (http://www.biblewaymag.com/the-eagle-who-thought-he-was-a-chicken/) when my family member in crisis and girlfriend appeared. They were holding hands and grinning.  

We had a lovely visit. They asked what I was reading and I showed them the cover. The girlfriend, is a sweet, intelligent young lady. She was very interested in the book. She arched and eyebrow at her boyfriend.  He smiled.

I think my prayers helped.  I asked him if he'd like to hear the story about "The Eagle Who Thought He Was A Chicken".  He said he would, after he got his dinner.

So they sat out to check out their options from the food court. And when they got back, I read the story aloud. There in the food court of a crowded mall.

And we were all ok with it. We even had a bit of a discussion about it's meaning to each of us afterward. I was so happy, I wanted to jump and down. But I controlled myself.  

I exhaled deeply as we hugged and parted.  My depression has departed.  I was able to help my family member.  And now I am going to get a good night's sleep.

I leave you with a video of me dancing with Baby Gracie last night.  It appears that she expects me to dance with her at bedtime.  We danced to a whole Elton John CD, before she fell asleep in my arms. She slept from 10:30 p.m. to 6:00 a.m. No fussing whatsoever.

Prayer, music, dancing, laughter, story telling...  I think I know what I am putting on my New Year's Additions this year!

Talk to you tomorrow!
Love,

Zita








P.S. Here is today's hooping video.  Day 193!


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