Just returned from putting several miles between me and my almost unbearably sedentary job on an elliptical machine. My late Friday afternoon workout has become a well established ritual. Really puts the week behind me.
Especially this week...no, make that the past two weeks. After an enriching weekend of fellowship at Guilford College with other Quakers --although the subject matter was beyond heartbreaking--I returned to a mountain of work. Then came this week with its two funerals. The first unleashed such a maelstrom of childhood memories that I could hardly concentrate. The second, the passing of a very dear cousin on my mom's side of the family, sad yet leaving me with a bitter-sweet serenity and gratitude for all that my life encompasses.
In everything give thanks.