Stories Collected While Living in France
When the morning is running faster than your feet can manage,
When the day is fuller than your arms can carry,
When you know you should sit down and have something to eat, but the beast in you charges forward,
When life is not black and white,
When you want to do your best but that idea stays stuck behind autopilot,
Then that is when I have to put myself in the bathtub, yes the bathtub, you might say it is my best place to pray, think and breath.
I cannot believe that someone else talks to God in the bath! I thought that people would think me odd. I get in and then my conversation with him starts. There is something about the peace and stillness in the bathroom where no one else invades your privacy. As ever Corey you amaze me.
Blessings my lovely friend how beautiful are your postings.
Much love
When prayers go up blessings come down.
Love Jeanne
I do my best thinking on the “throne” 😉 This is true whether trying to devise a solution to a major problem, or find just the right word for something I’m writing or translating.
If you’re a writer, it’s a good idea to have writing materials within reach. Your plot problem will probable unravel itself as soon as you begin relaxing.
The tub was always where I slunk to think . . . not so much lately. I shall reclaim it.
I love the tub, but I can’t get out of it. Some how I must learn to sit there and dream and pray.
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