Day 31, August 22, 2016 @6:09
These late days in August, I’m grateful that the sun still rises early @6:30am. I’m already feeling the pull of autumn. I’m feeling the nesting instinct. It’s so lovely to lay in bed, relishing the laziness, the warmth and the not having to get up if I-don’t-want-to. Attitude and the freedom to have it is glorious. Bring it on – all that and more.
Can you tell that I’ve been into the beer? It’s that beer blush and wide-eyed stare. Pardon me if I’m not too coherent. It does not take much. Just one will do it. But at least I’m here. Thank goodness for spell check. Difficult as it is sometimes, I still get up, dress up. make up and show up. Yes, I’m still putting on my earrings and practicing selfies once in awhile.
Wish I have something more profound to say. I don’t though. This is it, not stressing, not fussing, doing small, small. A little in the house, a little in the garden and a few words here. Maybe I will have/do more tomorrow. Till then.
Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine
Clouds and Joni Mitchell’s BOTH SIDES NOW had me thinking about the duality in our lives – how nothing is what it seems/what you want. It’s really not what I want to dwell on. But didn’t Plato say that an unexamined life is not worth living?
Today’s August Break’s prompt, my hands, is a reminder of the pain in the fourth finger on my right hand. It has been a constant, sometimes waking me in the night for the past year. Then in recent months the pain lessened. The finger straightened, not locking as often. This morning, I realized that the pain is totally gone. And I can make a fist and open it freely. Hallelujah!
A pause is good to stop our frantic doings and to assess the situation – how we are doing, do we need to change directions, do we need to make any changes,are we making progress, etc. Sometimes a pause is forced upon us as in an illness. Sometimes it’s a deliberate act. I’ve had both and prefer the latter.
My mission for today is to learn to stop. It is not easy but I can at least let go a little each day. There really is nothing to do and nowhere to go in this moment. There is no one to compare, to judge, to please except myself.
Life was clear this morning. The day was fresh. I was on a new page – reading Ruth Rendall’s The Crocodile Bird. I had already read it once but I have forgotten everything. It read like the first time. I was hooked on the first page! I felt my eyes racing forward, skimming over the words, missing the descriptives for the action. I stopped and read the second paragraph again – how the tail lights went over the bridge and the headlights came around the bend. I found that scene so descriptive. I see it in my head.
