Lawn Therapy

I have regressed to a lonely panic on Sunday mornings.  After hours of confused contemplation, I realized that I'm having commitment issues.  I've now finished the new members class, and all that's left is to sign a paper and....jump full in.  As much as I truly adore Trinity, it's a little terrifying.

During our last membership class, I sat beside Laura, internally screaming from a then unknown feeling, and I glanced longingly at her out of the corner of my eye.  "I just want to ask her to hug me," I thought.  Laura has a very loving maternal type vibe.  Then I caught myself.  "I'm in class.  With people.  I can't be a child here."

Luckily, I could be a child elsewhere.  Laura and I chatted as we walked outside, then paused on the sidewalk before separating to our cars.  "That's a nice bit of grass," she said.  "It looks perfect for laying on."  We stared each other down.  "Okay!" I exclaimed, and we fell on our stomachs and sprawled on the green carpet.

It was the best therapy.  Something about the silliness of lying on lawn while my future church family walked behind us, and the nature smells and feels and calmness, and just talking with a friend with grass prickling my cheek.  It was glorious, and I felt instantly better.

Maybe I should install a 6x6 square of yard into my future counseling office.