Sunday, March 16, 2014
Self-pity. Fifth day in bed. There is no room for you self-pity. The dogs and cats stretch out keeping me company. Books piled high. Tea. Hot, creamy with soy milk. Coughing is less relentless. Tender muscles remind me I am alive and I am well. Prayer reminds me of God’s grace and love. There is no place for self-pity. Temporary illness forces a slow down. Snuggly naps. Purring near.
Time is irrelevant. Shafts of sunlight have shift across the bed. Outside tree tops wave bare limbs against a blue clouded sky. The wood stove and sun warm. Life is simple sustenance. A slowing down. There is no room for self-pity. Everything is as it should be. I am in tune with all that is important.