STUCK

Here I am, stuck in cool Greysville.  It’s stopped snowing.  It’s stopped drizzling.  But it is still cold and grey.  The dog is restless, barking up an antsy, driving me up a tree.  So we play hide and seek and toss the squeaky toy, but enough is enough!

My tax return is almost done.  I’ve solved a problem or two.  Now what?  I’m stiff and cranky as a bear.  We’ve had one walk.  Best to lay off on another one.  Sheba is still limping a bit.  All that jumping to catch her squeaky isn’t helping.  Oh good, she’s finally had enough.

Is this another version of cabin fever, being stuck?  Too many icky problems has stagnated my Qi.  It is time to realign myself.  Watching Daisy Lee do her routine inspires me.  She is so beautiful and fluid with her movements.

Her surroundings remind me of the beach and pool at Escape3Points, an ecolodge in Ghana.  The memory of it brings sunshine, warmth and sound of the ocean back to me.  I would walk the beach in the mornings and stop at the pool to do my qigong routine.  After, if the tide wasn’t coming in, I would sit in the pool and listen to the quiet. Remembering those times now, I feel somewhat free and unstuck.