I have been delving for words this morning, hoping to entice my Poetic Self to come out to play with me in the glorious spring sunshine… but I am tired, wounded. I can find no poetry, no deep philosophy, nor, disappointingly, any sign of grittiness. Only this, by way of showing up, only this as an offering on our community playing field:
My ankle, which I broke just over a week ago, is already beginning its healing, and my soul is fidgeting restlessly, eager to get back to independence and interesting projects. I am reminding myself that we are multi-dimensional beings who experience life equally in body and spirit. I am practicing the art of graceful yielding now, allowing my body, mind, and spirit to work together, allowing myself to experience what is rather than what I think should be, allowing myself to enjoy the gentle care of my family and friends, allowing myself chocolate.
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