Sunday night, out of the blue, he turned to me and mentioned something about how my coach said that working outside the home (at ye olde place of employ) kept me focused and grounded.
(True, she did say that.)
He suggested that I look for something, even volunteer work, to find that groundedness again since I’ve been blathering about how I did nothing at all (pretty much) for PI last week.
I asked what made him think of that and he replied “I don’t know. It just popped into my head.”
That, my friends, is the voice of my Guides speaking. I know it when I hear it.
So, yesterday I perused the local animal shelter’s volunteer listings and think I’ll send in an application to clean cat boxes or something. It will get me out of the house, doing something of service and playing with kitty cats and doggies. Nothing grounds you better than animals which is why I think I’ve always had so many in my adult years. (At one time, I had four cats, two guinea pigs and a dog along with the ever present partridge-in-a-pear-tree. Need grounding much, Lisa?)
I chide Duty about being, well, let’s say he’s not the most conscious being alive but damn if that wisdom doesn’t slip out now and again. I once told him he was a teacher to me and he never (EVER!) lets me forget that.
He is, though.
And I appreciate it.