A ghostly spectre of half a thought

The street was healed, passage free and easy. Neighborhood gardeners smiled even.

This is interesting: my group orders literature -- books, pamphlets -- I make the call to a voice mail box and then I get a call back. They leave the order in a big, unlocked tool box on a friend's front porch with any other orders. You pick up your order from the box and leave your check in the envelope in the box. All honor system, out in a friendly neighborhood. And it works. Good thing!

So I look back now on that initial surprise of finding the road closed (see last Monday, below), and how I feared my schedule for the next few days was suddenly impacted in ways I could only fret about, and now I see the difference between my worries and what actually, calmly happened with good results. I got the literature, my schedule was not impacted in any significant way (nothing put off or made late), I'm on-time with meeting my deadline, and I've isolated this nagging anxiety that always associates with expectations -- now naked and hovering ghost-like over the play-out of actual events. It's just there, unobscured but smoke-like, where I can do what I want with it, whatever I might be able to do with it!!! I can just let it go, fade away; or use it to build a tool.