Window of Willingness


Waking up today, thanking God Almighty I had a fabulous sleep, sleeping in until almost 8:55, Well not exactly because all the clocks are set differently to keep on time and instill just enough panic to propel me to promptness. I made an executive decision to alter my pattern of one day, established yesterday, of going to the library promptly at 9:00 a.m. and writng or doing electronic business for 2 solid hours.

After a light breakfast of homemade wheat toast and 1 egg w/cilantro, supposedly “fresh” if re-constituted, and cinnamon and stevia on the toast washed down with a cup of lemon green tea (with stevia of course) I decided nothing but nothing was going to make me rush like a fool. I could just sit here after my morning meditation and cut out the middle man (library) so to speak and dive right into writing and still go to Mass at 11:30 at the chapel ad be back on schedule for the afternoon.

What schedule I ask myself chuckling; this looks a lot like self-will run riot, but what if it is the window of willingness? I ask myself.

I reply that the difference is I acknowledge I am changing my plan and then proceed in an orderly fashion. This is not Bob Wiley from the movie “What about Bob” punching in at home to work at home; this is about trying to go with God’s will for my life and the power to carry it out…..

I do believe God sees my effort at just plunging in, taking the dive; writing my little heart and soul out and trying to remain consistent. Although this is the peak time of my day for productivity, and I could be throwing mountains, literally mountains of paperwork out , which I always lie and tell myself I’ll so it as soon as….. Fill in the blank, and then I slough it off. I know I must strike when the iron is hot for the thoughts to flow.

So that said I’m am launching into the blog entitled Ta Da…. Drum roll


Notice I have miss-typed my name. That is a curious thing because last night I was listening to a Fannie Flagg interview on YouTube (here’s the link) and she talked about her dyslexia and the spelling problem and I too have this especially with typing. So please don’t blog on and tell me about my typing errors; if it annoys you please just fix it on your copy before sharing it with your friends, this is supposed to be fun! I really do not see these errors, even after spell check, formatting marks and at least three reads. When I am rich I will hire a proofreader.

My dear friend Donna Nadeau ( yes, Donna the dog lover, Kankakee, Illinois) recently passed away after a terrible illness and I never got to tell her how much I truly enjoyed her friendship. One night we were talking and cackling on the phone about our experiences and discussing how she thought I could have a radio show and I suddenly said I’ve got it…. I’ve got it! I know exactly what to call it… and I blurted out, after a pregnant pause of course, for effect, Rosemary Uncensored and Donna burst out laughing, with that giggle that is like a little child getting a knock-knock joke for the first time, and we both started laughing like we were in the room together. We could barely talk, we were laughing so hard at the irony of it all. I’m similar to SNL’s Dana Carvey playing, “Church Lady” Every time one of us started to elaborate the laughing would start again, and I’m wiping the little tears away from my eyes now just thinking about how my eyes teared up with laughter that night and my insides hurt as our laughs bounced off of each other’s and reverberated and we both tried talking at once, but couldn’t complete our sentences. There’s only one night I think I laughed that hard and it was when I was on a retreat. I and another friend were laughing so hard in our room about the art therapy that day, and there was a knock on the door and this lady from the next room come over and told us to keep it down, she couldn’t sleep.

My friend turns around to tell me the message, and we both felt chastised, but were snickering, attempting to not laugh at the shame of it all, and she turns off the wall switch light, and now the room is virtually in total darkness, and she walks straight into the metal floor lamp and it goes BONG!!!, (like a Chinese gong in the movies) We both lost it… we started laughing so hard and went into the silent laugh (like I’m laughing now just thinking about this, I can still see it in my mind), because the more we tried not to make a sound the harder it was… and this went on and on… so we went immediately to our beds and then one of us would say Bong…., and then she whispered across the room, ‘the silent laugh’—we’d start over reliving the moment laughing about the silent laugh…

Have you ever laughed like that?

Write in and tell me….Try to keep it under 250 words…unless of course you wish to be a guest blogger more on that another day.

A word to the wise, on this website, only Rosemary is uncensored (and that was something else Donna laughed about) Here’s my disclaimer now…

I’m not responsible for any opinions or content of other people published on this website; they are absolutely those of the person who gave them.


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