And then there was silence.
“What was that?” my husband, Jeff asked.
I looked past my bowl of Scottish oatmeal, sipped my tea, and shrugging, asked, “Is it the whole neighborhood?”
So no electricity for a while. Meaning, no lights, no radio tuned to our favorite classical station, no dishwasher, and—oh, no, no way to access the internet!
For a moment I felt totally cut off from the world. What would I do without my morning perusal of blogs? After all, pondering the latest from Blue Feet Bamboo Flute has become a sweet, sweet start to my days. And what about catching up with the writings of friends like Patty at Campbell’s World, and Linda from Walking By Inner Vision , not tomention Annie at Thought Wheel and Abbey at Abbey’s Corner?
I carried my tea into the living room and tried to collect my thoughts. The room was suspended in dim hues of pink and shadowy blue, and was sanctuary-still– except for giggly voices of children outside.
Life surrounded me as always, supported by Love Divine, the only true power of the universe. And while I missed the virtual company of my sweet blogging friends, we remained connected in Love. This moment was at hand in all its glimmering promise, this moment of silent meditation and Divine Presence, a gift to me and any who would yield to it.
I missed reading the uplifting thoughts of fellow bloggers, sure, but I could send my own word-doves out into the cosmos on their behalf.
And so I did…just before finding Jeff to share sweet conversation over a game of Scrabble.