Considering that in the weeks leading up to Easter I managed to weaken my back, arms and hands significantly by overdoing exercise geared to make me stronger, and considering that it made me have to stop and think about what a striver I seem to have become in the middle of my life, you won’t be surprised to hear I was prepared to take the program portion of the RevGalBlogPals Big Event seriously.
At the first meeting of the gathered group, our facilitator asked us each to draw a word from a deck of cards she had prepared. I thought of the Angel Cards I keep in a dish in my office and the words I so often draw, particularly "Responsibility." I shuffled the deck intently, determined to be open to whatever word the Spirit would move into my hands, earnest beyond belief.
I took a card and passed the deck along to Ruby, who had been watching me shuffle them so gravely, and I gingerly turned over the one in my hand.
The joke was on me.
My word was "Play."
So if you should hear I got up to shenanigans of one kind and another while off in the Gulf of Mexico, I hope you will remember that I was only following instructions.
And it’s only temporary.
(More to follow.)