perils with writing and whatnot
I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get a new post published here. I’ve been under the weather, still am a little. Faithfully I’ve been reading the posts of others but when done, I’ve been wiped out and have had to stop for the day. The next day I’d try again but the same thing has been happening. Today I’m doing a little better. I do believe I’m on the upside finally.
Week before last, I introduced the new email course I’m taking, Inner Journey, provided free by Writing Bliss. To read about my first lesson, go to Meaning At Any Given Moment. The second assignment, My Heart At Work, is here.
This week’s assignment is called Simmering For Wholeness. It looked at how much time a person really gives to circumstances that are important to him/her. It also addressed issues such as how long one takes to make a decision and questioned if that person is jumping too quick into situations he/she should have pondered a little more.
“I like food that is flavorful. Simmering food slowly, for a long time, helps the juices penetrate the whole. Hardly anyone simmers anything anymore. Everything is zapped in the microwave or cooked as quickly as possible. I think this reflects our spiritual life as well. Wisdom and wholeness deepen in us when we reflectively allow ideas and feelings to sit inside us for a while.”
– – Joyce Rupp, Author of Dear Heart, Come Home
As it was with the first lesson, I had the option of choosing one of five questions to answer.
The situation happened 13 years ago. At the time, both Hubby and I were letting our emotion dictate our decisions and actions, without giving a thought to the reality that was there in front of us.
It started with us going to Crete, the largest Greek island in the Mediterranean Sea. Hubby was active duty Air Force then and that was his new assignment base. If the Air Force had known that I was disabled, they probably wouldn’t have let me go there. No, we weren’t hiding that fact about me. On the contrary, I had been seeing a couple of doctors associated with the US military for over a year. However it happened, the right people were oblivious to my health issues and I got to experience the working man’s Riviera.
Because of Hubby’s status at the Air Force base there (lots of bias going on), we had to find living accommodations off base. We were able to do that with a little persistence (a whole other story I’ll share at another time). Life was good for about five months.
It was then that Hubby required some medical attention that wasn’t available on Crete and he would have to go to Turkey for the ‘medical procedure’. (I really detest that term.) Hubby didn’t think I should stay on Crete without him. We talked it over for the longest time trying to find a solution.
What we neglected to do was talk to our landlord and landlady. We didn’t know they well yet, but not explaining our situation to they was foolhardy nonetheless. If we had confided in them, things would have been so much better.
I ended up going back to the US. The plan was that I was going to stay there until Hubby’s assignment on Crete was over. The Air Force would not pay for me to return to Crete.
I was miserable without Hubby. I wasn’t sleeping at all and my daily diet included one cup-o-soup and a handful of Doritos. I was a total mess.
Hubby got his ‘procedure’ done, and as soon as he was on his feet, he found a phone to use (no phones in the rooms of a military hospital overseas). He had to call me collect, of course. This I didn’t mind at all. I was so happy to hear his voice. I asked, actually begged to spend the money to go back to Crete to be with him.
I was on a flight to Crete via Rome, Italy the next week. It cost us $1800 for me to get there. Once there, we had to tighten our money belt a little because the Air Force wouldn’t pay for me to even be there with my husband.
Now, don’t think badly of the Air Force. If I had done what I should have in the first place, they would have allotted money for my presence on Crete through Hubby’s entire assignment time. If we had talked this all out with our landlord and landlady, I would have stayed in our apartment on Crete. Either my landlord or landlady would have made sure that I had all that I needed. Yes, they were, and I’m sure still are wonderful caring people.
Hindsight is 20/20, as I’m sure all of us know. Why Hubby and I didn’t step back just one lousy step to re-evaluate was just plain stupid. We got caught in the emotions of the situation so that everything else was covered in fog. My advice to us: Don’t jump forward quite so fast.
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