My Love for Sunshine and Solitude

Two of my favorite things.

Sunshine and Solitude.

Because I was feeling so yucky Sunday morning I decided I needed some sunshine and air. I discovered early in my healing journey that sunshine was good for me. I discovered it through my son even. One day I was crying and very upset and my son called - or maybe he called and I got upset and started crying. Either way he said to me that day to just go out into the yard because he knew that I liked being outside. So we got off the phone and I did go outside. At first I just sat there in my sadness but then I got up to walk some and then the next thing you know I was fooling with the plants and sure enough, it wasn't long before I was feeling much better. I wasn't crying anymore and wasn't even really thinking about the things that made me sad. I already knew that opening all the curtains on Saturday while I was housecleaning was a good way to lift my mood but that day it really hit me how much sunshine meant to me and air and solitude. So I've made a point many times to get myself in the sun when things weren't looking good. Even in the winter I'll stand out side a little in order to get some sun.

So Sunday morning I went to Fair Park to do some exploring. I took my camera of course but only took a few pictures. I guess I wasn't there for that. Nothing's happening in the morning there so I just walked around to see where all the museums were and to get the lay of the land so to speak. At some point Larry called and we talked and talked, processing the stuff I was talking about in my last post - the way I'm feeling about some things these days. (We talked about other things too.) I didn't feel he was an intrusion into my solitude at all and was reluctant to let him off the phone. That's the sort of thing we enjoy doing together and so when he gets here - that's a plan for a Saturday. We'll go to Fair Park and check out the museums and have lunch at the Old Red Mill Inn Restaurant where I had a very lovely home cooked style meal and maybe we'll see the guy who was hosting that day - an older black guy named JD who was very friendly and told me the history of the place and cautioned me to be always watching my back if I was going to walk around like that alone. I think he thought I was most unwise. He might have been right. He was also a believer in the Lord - I overheard his conversation with one of the waitresses. Definitely an outspoken believer. Even in the restaurant I had that solitude that I craved that day because it wasn't busy at that time.

Then I happened to remember the Farmer's Market and that we needed some fresh corn for Thanksgiving Dinner. We always like to have fresh corn. Getting it off the cob is the messiest business around but it's well worth it and that corn was some of the sweetest and best I've had in a long long time. You take the turkey - I'll take the corn. Actually Shan will take the turkey - that girl does love some turkey. She will hear of no substitutions on Thanksgiving Day.

So my day ended up full of things that I enjoy and I stayed busy. That makes for a pretty good nights sleep if possums don't come in at 11:30 in the night and you don't hear people yelling and dogs snarling and have to get up and help resolve the situation while hoping you don't get "accidentally" bit or hit with the broom.