Time to sniffle the flowers
I am home sick this weekend. I have a cold. It is nothing life threatening, just one of those things that slows you down until you stop. This weekend, I am stopped.
I have been keeping very busy between babysitting my grandson Chunk, my part time job at the bookstore and of course all the preparations and activity of the holidays. I just reached the end of my energy.
Author Louise Hay suggests that disease is left over from unforgiven angers and other issues of the past. I like her work, but I beg to disagree.I will not deny that the past can effect your heath. However, the present certainly can do the same. Most of my activities leading up to my cold were pleasant. I enjoy my life, simple though it is, it is mine.
It is my belief, that after burning the candle at both ends, my body simply called halt! I am enthroned in my bed surrounded by my dog minions, boxes of delicate tissues, quaffing copious amounts of tea, lemon & honey. My air is perfumed with the scent of the Eucalyptus. I have watched movies between naps and let myself luxuriate guilt free.
If all goes well, I expect to continue today this way, to fully recover. Tomorrow, I will rise and put in a light day. I am feeling better all the time, I just need a bit more time to sniffle the flowers.
