Where we are seen and heard….

“The places in which we are seen and heard are holy places.” ~ Rachel Remen, M.D.

I am feeling discombobulated this morning. My neck is stiff and my emotions are just as tight. After lunch I pick up “Kitchen Table Wisdom,” by Rachel Remen and I read the quotation above. I ponder the places in which I am seen and heard and guess what, it is right beneath my fingertips as I write.

The holiest places just may be within us if we but listen. Yesterday Rob drove me to Macy’s so I could return some things I had ordered online. Most of my shopping is done that way since I have quit driving.

Then I asked him to let me run into CVS to get some chocolate on sale. It was a Buy One, Get One offer, so I got 4 bags of Hershey Kisses and went up to check out. The clerk said it would be $10 and I realized I had left my credit union card at home. I checked for change and had nine dollars plus some change. Embarrassed, I asked if they took American Express, which I never use for trivial things. They did, and I waited while they rang up the purchase. I was asked if I wanted a receipt and already feeling embarrassed, I said no.

This morning I realized that since the bags of chocolate were BOGOS, it actually was five dollars, not ten! If I drove, I would have gone up there and told they I had been overcharged. Now I have to eat the mistake and believe me, it tastes bad, not at all like Hershey Kisses.

So as you read this, I will have been heard and thus I am on holy ground. The holidays instill a feeling of guilt in me and I know some of you can relate. For various reasons you are not up to shopping or gift-wrapping. I have to learn to let some things go. Rob and I have a quiet Christmas where we drive around looking at lights on Christmas Eve. On Christmas Day we have a simple meal and open presents. Loss has shaped us into beings who do not believe in the concept of “more,” and that is what Christmas has degenerated into.

So this is discombobulated Vicki pecking at the keys on her iMac. Have I been seen and heard?

Love,
Vicki

P.S.
I told Rob and he said,”The bags were probably $5 each.” I checked online and sure enough they were! Usually they are $2 a bag. So I whisper a soft “mea culpa” to myself.