So then i had lunch and felt better.
But still, long day.
I did go lead midweek worship, which was a pleasure. I should volunteer to lead more often so i get in the habit of going.
I admit, my mind wanders to homesteading fantasies that blend into my meditation images. I have a meditation on "clearing the spring," but instead on meditating, i was imagining. I imagined building a springhouse, digging into the slope the spring emerged from, using the soil to make bermed walls, planting old fashioned roses around the spring house, imaging a weeping willow and cat tails outside the springhouse, imaging the scent of roses in the sun on a hot summer day and the cool in the springhouse, and redwing blackbirds singing in the cattails.
This is worship, i think, but i don't know i can explain it. Is it about an idea of Edenic peace and perfection? A sympathy with the act of creation?
The ginger ale and peach vodka says it's time to close my eyes.
This is also posted at http://elainegrey.dreamwidth.org/449721.html .