Am still actively taking care of myself. Making easy nice meals, eating orderly instead of haphazardly. Went for a walk/run, felt a groaning muscle, remembered that I am supposed to do something different on alternate days, made myself stop (not so hard!) and sit by a creek (I am lucky, lucky, lucky) to simply look around and listen.
Someone at work gave me Annie Dillard's book, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, to look at since they know I'm a reader. It is so lovely, every paragraph is a poem. I'll leave you with this . . .
To sleep, spiders and fish; the wind won't stop, but the house will hold. To shelter, starlings and coot; bow to the wind.
What's good about today is that I can remember to slow down and savor.
Never Grow Old
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