Just dropping in to share a lovely start to the day– I do feel so much better (could it be due to the TWO entire heads<–heads! not cloves! of garlic that I consumed between Tuesday night and Wednesday afternoon?) and was able to enjoy a more normal morning.
We got up early– had coffee and strolled through the wet grass. I knocked out a pile of paperwork that has to get delivered to Peg this afternoon. Took a shower (<–! I know! No recollection of when that last occurred which is kind of due to swimming so much in the summer time, but seriously– even the French would disown me). Pulled on some shorts and a tank top and headed out for our long walkabout that takes us through the Julie Andrews field (seriously, one of these days I will bring a camera and you will totally get it as there's this huge mown circle of green at the top of a knoll that stretches out for miles of meadows and off in the distance are blue mountains– and nobody could hit that spot without twirling around and belting out The Hills Are Alive . . well, except me, of course. I’ve never done it– but somebody should) down the woodsy pine-needle path out into the dirt road to end at the waterfalls.
I have a practice now of taking off my shoes and putting my feet into the rushing water and allowing it wash away all energies of judgement* and criticism as well as destructive and negative thoughts.
I know! Who knew it was that simple?
We walked back up– the dogs are now bushed and crashed on the floor. I had my first real appetite in over 8 days and made oatmeal with blueberries, gorgeous peaches, roasted almonds and sprinkle of coconut.
Hmm, I seem to be using that word an awful lot these days . . but it’s true. I am so lucky, so fully cognizant of how lucky I am and so deeply grateful for all the beauty surrounding me. And, so relieved to be feeling like myself again. Lesson learned. Seriously, I REALLY learned it this time: no loading on projects.
Now– off to the post office, UPS, Soliden, RDC to see Thea (squeeeee!!!) and back tonight to settle in for a lovely weekend of reading, resting, and cleaning house. (I know, that last one doesn’t seem to fit, but it’s my weekend gig).
Wishing you a weekend filled with as many of your favorite things as you can squeeze into it!
*Gonna hang on to discernment, obvs– just cleaning out the judgement.