Read, Write, Rest, or Cook

I’ve had a busy last few days… I’ve extroverted way too much… you introverts out there know what I mean…so I am grateful for a quiet day… one where I don’t need to leave home… a day to recharge my batteries… so that I can extrovert again… when need be… which will probably be tomorrow…

While we have a day at home… Bertha… has recommended that I do the… Three R’s… I learned from Mrs. Wallace… my favorite Kindergarten teacher… now… they are probably a little different that the ones you are acquainted with as no math is involved… these go like this… read… write… rest…

So… I’ve done some of all three today… and… I added one of my own… cook… which doesn’t fit into the alliteration…but there is something about preparing good food… and then eating it… of course… that is grounding… especially when that food included… homemade mac and cheese… with a pork chop and some greens… a meal that made doing the dishes worthwhile… and… no… Bertha… did not help with the dishes… but she made good smacking noises as she cleaned her plate…

Basically… Bertha… says you don’t have to… read… write… rest… or… cook… it can be any activity which helps you to recuperate and reground… just be sure you make time for it… somewhere in your busy schedule…

Jane

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It’s About Time…

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There are a lot of changes… losses of sorts… I should feel empty… but instead… I feel freedom… like it all fluttered out to make space for something else… or maybe not… maybe there is nothing else for me…

But… I don’t really believe that… there’s always something else… it might not be what I think I want it to be… but there is always something else…

That’s a nice thought…

There’s always something else… always something more… always something fresh… always a place to land when I fall… there is always something else…

Not sure how this writing will go… not sure where I want it to go…

Writing opens my heart and fills me with possibilities… possibilities that are sometimes painful… sometimes scary… sometimes it’s easier to stay closed…

At least… it was… but like that bud… sooner or later… being closed hurts too much and you have to open… flower… all over again… even though you know the blossom will eventually wilt… and fall away… it has to be done…

I’m 62 years old… don’t I think it’s time?

It’s time… isn’t it?

It is…

So… I will write… and on the days that it pleases me… I will share my words with the world… and on the days that it doesn’t… I will ponder them and squander them until another day…

Bertha flutters by… it’s about time… she whisper shouts as she goes…