I was so envious of Sheba this morning. There she was, asleep on the rug, not a care in the world, not a tense bone in her body – at perfect ease.

That’s the state I am seldom in.  But I am improving. I’m reading Lissa Rankin’s book, Mind Over Medicine and becoming more aware of how I am living and my un-ease.  It’s not all about doing the proper things like diet, exercise and genetics.  There’s much more.

There’s our attitudes, moods and a thing call happiness that affects our health and our ability to heal ourselves.    I did not know that I was living in a constant state of distress until I left the world of nursing – code Blues, stats, call bells and bedpan alley.

Now I know and it is the next morning.

I listened and heeded my body and went to bed instead of finishing this post last night.  I needed sleep and knew if I stayed up, sleep might escape me.  And I have slept well in the night and up early this morning.  I drank my lemon water and did my qigong routines, guiding my body and mind into ease for the coming day.

The birds are singing, the sun is shining. Sheba is resting after our romp in the park. I will leave her sleeping self  be.   I could learn to relax myself watching her.

I sipped my tea, thinking of how I will weave my story for the Friday Fictioneers post.  Life is good.  I can relax.  It is okay.