Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
Iâ€™m so used to being driven. I rarely feel really peaceful because I have so much to do and so much more that I want to do.
Normally on the way home from work, Iâ€™m winding down from Â the job and winding Â up for a powerhouse evening of all the things I must get done before I completely crash at 2 AM, knowing Iâ€™ll have to be up in just a few hours.
I know itâ€™s related to this recent â€œshiftâ€ Iâ€™ve felt, but on the way home today, I had such a feeling of peacefulness that I was uneasy. It was an odd sense of not being rushed for Â once, Â even Â though Â I Â really Â did have Â plenty waiting on me. But just a sense that all was well, Â and I didnâ€™t Â have Â to Â rush Â tonight. Â And Â the Â oddest Â intuition that…I have some leisure coming up.
In a way, it reminded me of the times when I used to have spiritual/social gatherings in my house every Sunday night. About 3 PM, Iâ€™d put on a huge pot of turkey spaghetti, break out a few bottles of wine, set out but not yet light the tea candles all over the family room, Â and Â do a quick pickup around the house in preparation for company coming. The buzz of excitement would start around 2:30 to Â 3:30 Â PMâ€”a Â luscious Â sense Â of Â anticipation Â for having friends come over and talk about all sorts of spiritual issues as well as sharing family matters, job concerns, and new ideas.
How Â Â Â I experienced Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â my ride home today and the first hour home was most like those experiences of late Sunday afternoon Â prep Â for Â good Â times Â and Â friends Â to come.
Maybe itâ€™s related to the upcoming Labor Day week- end.
Except that Iâ€™ve made absolutely no plans to do any-
thing with anyone, except for a movie with the girls. I didnâ€™t decide Â not Â to have plansâ€”I was simply too busy with work to notice that the long weekend was sneaking up on me.
And Iâ€™ll definitely Â fill my time productivelyâ€”I Â have some spikes Â to axe out of the wall and one last patio walkway Â to Â finish, Â for exampleâ€”but Â the intuition Â feels more like I might actually go do something social and fun for a change. Not sure what.
I guess whatâ€™s throwing me is a sense that some pressure is Â gone. Â Itâ€™s Â like Â a Â decisionâ€™s Â been Â made. Â IÂ donâ€™t know what it is yet, but itâ€™s all okay.
Shannon sensed it, too, and we talked about it on a quick walk before the thunder ran us back inside and how very unusual it feels to have this sense of oppression and pressure lifted.
â€œIt feels like this is how things will feel when we get to where weâ€™re going,â€ she told me. I knew exactly what she meant. The Â sensation that it was a preview of what life is going to be like in the not-too-distant future.
We walked back to the house and I wasnâ€™t at all sure what to Â do Â with Â this Â strange Â sense Â of Â coming Â leisure. Then I looked at my bed, at the clock beside it that rarely registers more than 4.5 hours of sleep…and I went to bed at seven hours earlier than usual.