Reaching Out/Reaching in

Two days ago I went ot the post office, bought a book of stamps and mailed envelopes all over the country. Belated birthday cards, thank you notes, a CD, and hellos I had written and collected, unable to get them sent off for whatever reason. All was well; I felt sunny and busy and ran errands, did my volunteer work, did therapy, browsed at Cole Haan and went to Zumba. Yesterday I woke up to lassitude. Couldn't get out of my own way, slept and bathed, languid as a odelisk. Torpor turned to melancholy and I was out of sorts until I slept. Today dawned with a question mark. Would I feel more optimistic, more energetic? What would Friday bring? And then I thought about the responses that were already arriving by email and telephone call. Had I or the universe known that I would need comfort and reassuring? Coincidence or synchronicity? We send out our desires as well as our fears and hopes. It can be more intentional. Hear our pray. I felt gratitude and wondered about these mysteries.