25 Feb 2012, 3:08pm

Soft Landings

Each day is a rebirth… unable to focus your eyes, struggling to distinguish fingers from sheets, stuck helpless on your back, unable to roll over without assistance, the prospect of solid food, daunting and breasty or not here we…

But some days there is energy singing it’s off-tune song thru the bones, humming an optimism of fresh new chances for the day thru the deep muscles, a wish to explore life, to make the future.

It’s a beautiful world, whether almost spring like yesterday morning, mud-edged of garden showing the winter-wilted flowers, or today with its new winter coat.

Stopping the snow
[Photo by hubby from a walk in the snowy woulds of conversational hope.]

Slowly pick your way, if that’s your temperament and pleasure…

The last week has been feeling rather jubilant. Partly on account of the lousiness of the week before. I have a new lease on life. (Do I lease to own?)

The weight has been shoved off self towards the other end of the teeter-totter and up I go. I must remain on teeter totter not go flying off in the excitement of success – a week with balance.

Mental work, physical work, solitude, cooperation, one-on-one, large group, reading, composing, editing, cooking. “Healing isn’t always about stillness & reflection & feeling your feelings. sometimes, it’s about getting shit done” ~ Luna

And we got a few walls taped and ready to paint.

That took 2 months. But it’s a sort of success to not tumble on one’s keister in haste to get something done asap. Pace is valuable. Life is not a race. It is a pace.

Quote: “Oh senseless man, who cannot possibly make a worm, and yet will make
Gods by dozens.” ~ Michel Eyquem De Montaigne, the Father of Modern Skepticism

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