It was a rough night. The journey forward and the building of our wee home on wheels involves processes that can trigger an over-load in me. Even with all our best intentions and preparations, a upset can happen. I am getting better at living with multiple chemical sensitivities and reactions ... and yet, some times the demand is just more than we (Pete and I alone) can manage. We melted down into the cauldron of surrender and there was Ke Akua and the angels to hold us through the night.
We slept late, and with breakfast I sat to find a gift, a COMMENT and a ANSWER to my question yesterday, "What or where do you go when you are in need?" An anonymous gift giver left me this:
The Hermitage by Rima Staines. This is a place, a hermitage with many rooms filled with comfort, quality, ancient and timeless tales. I have gone to a few of the rooms and feel at home there. Life journeys are extraordinary, and to find Rima Staines' artistry commends the struggle to the cauldron of surrender ... Thank you anonymous gift-giver, thank you.