A Slowing

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.