I like to sit on my porch and watch the birds.
And the leaves are nice to look at too.
This morning, I decided to go out on a friend's porch. She has a beautiful horse farm, a lake, a view of the eastern and western horizon. So, yea, I was going to watch the sunrise, read from my current library book, "The autobiography of Saint Teresa de Avila", and pray a little.
I opened the door, looked to the left, where an inviting green wicker sofa sat, then to my right, where a porch swing hung, then looked straight ahead at the horses standing beside the lake, and zap, something hit my forehead.
I thought it was a stick. Then I realized it was an insect.
"What?" My forehead began to sting."Oh crap, I've been stung."
I looked up to see an angry bunch of wasps swarming. Then it dawned on me. "These guys might not be too happy with me either, I better go back inside real quick!"
I calmly informed my daughter that I was going home to get some Benadryl and then head over to my new high school.
The pain moved out into my temples, my cheeks and even my left ear.
"Damn that wasp!" Then, instead of being angry, I decided to thank the wasp.
My morning was going to go in a different direction...and one never knows what tragedy they are avoiding when something like this occurs.
Also, feeling pain, suffering, and continuing on with whatever the next thing is...well, its my new hallmark for life. Feel the pain and keep going.
I think athletes are taught this when they are in a competitive sport. I used to think it was silly, false bravado.
Knew experiences have created a different perspective.
Feeling the poison go through my head, while continuing on with my day, gave me a sense of victory.
I put half an onion on my head for 20 minutes before leaving the house, though. I choose not to wash of the juice, because I thought it would continue to sooth the stinging. (And I think it did.)
Nevermind that I met with my new department chair, while smelling like a wild onion.
I moved on with my day, forehead flaming. The third eye appeared, red, swollen..I think it must be very allergic to my face, its face.
The day is over now, and I think the wasp did his job, and I did mine, too.
Pity-party over. Feel the pain and keep moving. But its okay to grab an onion and stick that on your forehead if it helps a little.
And the leaves are nice to look at too.
This morning, I decided to go out on a friend's porch. She has a beautiful horse farm, a lake, a view of the eastern and western horizon. So, yea, I was going to watch the sunrise, read from my current library book, "The autobiography of Saint Teresa de Avila", and pray a little.
I opened the door, looked to the left, where an inviting green wicker sofa sat, then to my right, where a porch swing hung, then looked straight ahead at the horses standing beside the lake, and zap, something hit my forehead.
I thought it was a stick. Then I realized it was an insect.
"What?" My forehead began to sting."Oh crap, I've been stung."
I looked up to see an angry bunch of wasps swarming. Then it dawned on me. "These guys might not be too happy with me either, I better go back inside real quick!"
I calmly informed my daughter that I was going home to get some Benadryl and then head over to my new high school.
The pain moved out into my temples, my cheeks and even my left ear.
"Damn that wasp!" Then, instead of being angry, I decided to thank the wasp.
My morning was going to go in a different direction...and one never knows what tragedy they are avoiding when something like this occurs.
Also, feeling pain, suffering, and continuing on with whatever the next thing is...well, its my new hallmark for life. Feel the pain and keep going.
I think athletes are taught this when they are in a competitive sport. I used to think it was silly, false bravado.
Knew experiences have created a different perspective.
Feeling the poison go through my head, while continuing on with my day, gave me a sense of victory.
I put half an onion on my head for 20 minutes before leaving the house, though. I choose not to wash of the juice, because I thought it would continue to sooth the stinging. (And I think it did.)
Nevermind that I met with my new department chair, while smelling like a wild onion.
I moved on with my day, forehead flaming. The third eye appeared, red, swollen..I think it must be very allergic to my face, its face.
The day is over now, and I think the wasp did his job, and I did mine, too.
Pity-party over. Feel the pain and keep moving. But its okay to grab an onion and stick that on your forehead if it helps a little.
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