When we moved to SoFL we knew there would be surprises. We did not expect them to come in the form of real estate. I know that in the big scheme of life this is minor and momentary, but JR reminded me that I don’t have to deny that it’s discouraging. Closing on the little townhouse by the sea was set for tomorrow. That’s not happening. “Temporary setback; a minor hiccup; an unfortunate delay” are the sentences I read from realtors and mortgage brokers today. Hopefully that is true. Today though, the emotional pot got all stirred up and it just smells stinky. I will therefore share this earlier post as it was helpful to me. And when, yes WHEN something good happens, I will report that too.
I will also provide pictures of Pekoe this time. She is good for a laugh if anyone out there needs that today besides me!
Pekoe is our cross-eyed cat. She is also cross-bred Siamese & Russian Blue which makes for a super soft, significantly shedding cat coat. She only likes canned cat food. She would rather starve than eat that crunchy stuff. Have you ever smelled a can of cat food? Stinky! Pekoe loves it, lives on it.
Yesterday, I was opening a can of tuna for lunch and started laughing at the realization I too eat stinky food from a can. A tuna sandwich is a good thing, but the smell of it strongly resembles cat food.
There are moments in my days, days in my months, seasons in my years that have really stunk. Circumstances with loss; situations of change; episodes of aggravation; happenings of hard times; matters of adversity; scenes of stress and strain; conditions of complication; occasions of anxiety; cases of crisis. I do not live for them. I do not love them.
I have found good things in all these stinky cans. Although the discovery of good isn’t always immediate, it’s always there. I am often slow to embrace the gifts that are found in the seasons, months, days of what seems repulsive and rotten. I want simplicity and strength. I need comfort and kindness & encouragement. I want peace and contentment. I crave perspective and perseverance and progress. I hope for wholeness. These are what I love, what I live on.
Maybe Pekoe has a cross-sense of smell. Maybe she knows that the great things in life don’t always smell like it.