So it is Saturday morning. It is the morning after the morning after. I wake with no boundless joy. It is perhaps the after taste of my night shifts and last night’s wine. And yes, the weather is __ ! Let it snow. Let it snow. Sometimes life feels nauseating.
But I know that these are just the physical symptoms, my body’s reactions to the environment, both the physical and psychological. And it is a good thing. It is an alert for me to waken up, to pay attention, and to restore my homeostasis.
I spent a great part of yesterday on my couch, interrupted by one medium walk with Sheba. No amount of will power nor self pep talk could budge my body. After all these years, I’ve learned to listen to my body. I was glad that I had swept the water from the garage and cleaned the yard the day before. I had heard my little inner voice telling me that the sun is out and you can move today. Tomorrow might be a different thing.
My body is a pretty accurate barometer, for it did snow…pretty soft flakes the morning long. It is really not what most of us want…more snow. But…we do live in Canada and there is nothing we can do to stop the snow when it comes. And that is the truth. It does legitimize being a sloth and I took advantage. Tomorrow is another day.
Today is yesterday’s tomorrow. I do not feel like tap dancing. It is not my nature but I am up and dressed. I am tap, tapping away on my keyboard. I am drawn not so much as to how much I can ‘accomplished’ but to how aware and conscious I am. It is cloudy again but they say under every cloud, there’s a silver lining. It is for me to decide what that is.