Joie de vivre

A couple days ago I mentioned driving through a spiritual allegory, which apparently piqued some people's interest. So I'll explain myself. I'm not going to allegorize, however, because I may have a flawed allegory or perhaps it should be different for each individual. Therefore I shall merely give you the Facts.

Tuesday morning I drove to work at eight in the morning. Because of the time change, the sun was up much higher than I've been used to. It was still morning-light (the peculiar quality of light that is somehow more golden than normal light, but golden in a different way than afternoon light), but not the early-morning-light I've been used to. It was very bright and beautiful and the sky was deliciously blue, with not a single cloud in sight anywhere.

I have to go over a bridge to get to the next town over. This is a long bridge over a large lake. As I got close to it, I could see that there was a wall of cloud that had settled directly on top of the lake. The bridge dissapeared into nothingness, four lanes melting into fog. The other half of the bridge could have been gone, and I would have never known.

I drove into the Nothing. Once inside, I could see only the grey: No lake, only grey mist, no shoreline, no road ahead, no road behind. Only mist. And suddenly something happened in the outside world, and instead of being grey mist, the sun shone far above and suffused the entire cloud with golden light. The dense, damp fog lit up with golden light until it fairly glowed.

And then it was grey again, and then I drove away from the lake, out of the cloud, and into the perfect day again with the perfect sunshine and the perfect blue sky with no clouds. And there was no indication that there was a cloud anywhere in the state except for the hulking grey mass in my rearview mirror, echoing the shape of the lake.

That is all.

On NaNoWriMo, I had planned to create a NaNo lock so that those who didn't care didn't have to wade through all my posts about it, but I realized I have some friends that don't have LJs that I'd like to be able to view it. So I'll label the posts clearly 'NaNo" in the subject and put anything of any significant length under a cut.

There is always something to do. Always. Always too much to do. And of course, I usually focus on what I feel like doing instead of what really needs to be done. Soon I may start working every day two weeks out of the month. What in the world am I going to do when my only free time to Get Things Done is in the evening?

The other day while packing orders at N. 2000, I came across a beautiful name. A Mr. Tadhg O'Mordha placed a large order for suppliments. Isn't that a wonderful name? So...Gaelic. I love Gaelicness. Or perhaps it's Welsh--I love Welshness, too. *grin*

This week is revival meetings at my church, and it's ended up that I've been asked to sing in one form or another for almost half of the meetings. Bwaha. Once as part of a duet, once as part of a trio, once as part of a quartet, and once as a part of a choir. This is...funny. I don't mind, though. I love to sing, and this is a nice way to share it with others. It's just--when did I get so popular?!

God's spoken to me in many ways this past week, even though the preacher isn't exactly my cup of tea. I'm grateful, because of all times that I needed to feel close to God, this is probably one of the times I needed it the most. He is indeed gracious and good, and I hate myself for doubting Him so often. There is so much yet that He needs to teach me. He again showed His faithfulness this afternoon...