I'm sitting on my window seat watching the sunset. I can't believe this day has passed so quickly and how, equally quickly, my plans for the day went sideways.
Plans and the unplanned.
My plan for my day was simple. Walk the dog. Throw. Trim and clean up my wheel and tools. Put my new pieces in the studio to dry. Eat lunch. Clean myself up, after all, working in clay is messy. Put my throwing towels and gear in the wash. Run a few errands. Do a few needed chores around the house. Write my blog. Make dinner.
My plan started out as planned. I walked. I threw. But as I was coming inside with my new pieces, I heard my phone beep an incoming text message from family. I picked it up and found out my son had cut his finger and needed help.
Faith in the face of fear.
Covered in clay, I dashed around putting pieces in the studio, buckets in the sink, and tools in water. I changed out of my wet clay clothes and headed out the door to the urgent care center with clay under my fingernails and in my hair.
The urgent care center was packed. There were toddlers with broken arms, young people using walkers and many, many with coughs and colds. We were the third in line for the suture room and it was only 1pm! Two hours later, my son had a tetanus shot, a finger sutured with glue, and was devouring breadsticks and soup in my kitchen. He was okay and I was grateful. Especially to see him wolfing down his favorite soup that I just happen to have in my pantry.
Flowing with faith through the unplanned.
Everything that really needed to get done, got done. No, I didn't get those errands run today. I still haven't done the chores around the house or made dinner, yet. But I finally got the clay out of my hair and nails. And I'm writing my blog.
I let go, flowed with what life handed me. Most importantly, I was there for my son when he needed me. Because when he called, he had faith I'd be there for him. I was and will always be, plans or not.