The usually active toddlers sat quietly and turned on their listening ears as I played sounds inside a magic bag. Their task was to identify what the sounds were, like the revving up of an engine, the quacking of a duck and the jingling of silver bells. Then we moved on to what our noses told us as we rubbed rosemary in our palms and breathed in its aroma. Then we smelled candles and many of them recognized the smell of peppermint oil.

After a great class, I couldn't help but feel a little more spiritual, mindful to practice more acceptance in my own life. But then today Pedro told me that he will be going to the Masters in Augusta, GA in April--for business, of course--and my heart sank, forgetting all about the peace that glowed from me yesterday. A long-time golf fan, I have always dreamed of going to the Masters, but now Pedro gets to go. Just when I think I've climbed another rung on the ladder of enlightenment, the Universe tests my attainment. I'm working on it. Where's my lavendar?

2 comments:
At least you didn't start crying as I did recently when my husband informed me of his work travel. Mark was able to amend his travel schedule to be more family friendly. :)
Pedro travels 50% and has since we got married, so I've had to get used to it. It's not easy, especially when you have to adjust to each trip.
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