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Still Chugging Along

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A cloudy October morning. It’s the 8th day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I’m still chugging along with all the challenges I set for myself. I’m not obsessive or stressing myself about them. I do try to do the best I can. However, I am getting a bit weary but it’s more to do with the season than anything else.

With the progressive shortening of the days, I am craving more food, especially carbs. The other day I ate 2 sandwiches for lunch. One tasted so good that I had to have a second. Then there’s the fatigue. I slept in till 8 even though I went to bed at a decent hour last night. These are the physical realities. It is what it is. I can be a little flexible and not be so stern with myself. I can also practice a little restraint at the same time.

Did I say I’m tired? I only got up 2 hours ago and I’m already feeling sleepy. I need to get up and out even though I don’t quite feel like it. There’s still leeks and celery to harvest. The greenhouse needs watering. There’s leaves to rake. There’s a lot of work calling me. I better get off my butt and get in gear.

CRAVINGS, SPACES, LOVES

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It’s Saturday morning. Cloudy and breezy upon wakening. I had toast with cherry jam. Thought I would treat myself royally today. Sheba is not the only queen in the house. I can sit here forever with my tea, my book and my thoughts. Sometimes it’s not so good to stay in my head long. It is full of paranoia and false stories. The sun is out. I must not tarry. I shall gather the forementioned queen. we can saunter down to our community garden and see how it is doing. Perhaps I can gather some greens for lunch. Be back in awhile.

I’m back. It’s more than awhile. It’s noon. I’ll try not to think of time slipping away but time well spent and enjoyed. It was. I killed several birds with one stone. Sheba and I had a mindful walk to the community garden. We took time to smell the flowers and chew some grass. It was quite wonderful that our footsteps and heartbeats were synchronized. We walked as one together and in rhythm. We got exercised. Home now with our harvest. Happy and pooped. For Sheba, it’s literal. I can sit now with my coffee and keyboard for awhile. Then lunch. What more could I ask for?

I know. There’s a whole world out there. There’s Folk Fest. There’s this. There’s that. I almost could feel the urge to do, to join, to be part of everything. When I had, I didn’t feel any more of. part. belonging. happier. satisfied. When I had been in the midst of it all, I was still searching. Where is it? What is it? Is this it? That’s all? Now, I tried to accept that I will get this feeling of need or craving for ‘the more, the thing that will make me happy ever after’. There’s no such thing. There’s no such place.

There is no point in trying to fill that longing space within or searching for happiness. I know it’s our human nature, this yearning for more. Instead, I will try to fill my stomach and appetite. I will get to know myself better in my life, my likes, dislikes, values, what works, what doesn’t. I will make it my adventure. It’s a continual journey. It requires me getting up, dressing up and showing up. I do every day. I love that slogan/ act. I love tap, tap, tapping on the keyboard, I love making index card art, I love, I love… What do you love?