This is my second day down with a nasty cold. I know I should rest and take in copious amounts of juice and chicken soup but it is  90 degrees and sunny outside. This is NOT what I want to be doing right now.

I am just thinking that there never is a good time to be sick. When working hard in everyday life, a “sick”day sounds nice, for the resting part, not for the headache, clogged ears and coughing till you cry part. Being sick is not easy or fun. Our culture, and I will admit that I also am one to move and gravitate toward life’s activity. When it is denied, for any number of reason, a sadness, helplessness ensues. This is only temporary, for me, for some, it is not. Good to remember that.

So I will be a good girl and drink my OJ. , hunkering down till this releases me from it’s ugly grip, and run back into the mainstream of life. It will be with renewed appreciation for health and compassion for the ill



Rooting in

it has been a season since last writing, and I realize I miss this. I still write a daily journal , but have neglected my blog.

By way of explaination… More transitions….a large move/ job relocation to another state and the subsequent settling and “rooting in”. We still have final touches on the interior…and are currently working on getting a bit of a garden established. We put in a small citrus tree as well as potted up a few veggies, and bought small trees and flowers. I am happy to say the hibiscus, and jasmine are now blooming!!

For me, the analagies are profound. I love the anticipation of waiting for new growth, and when I see the sprouts, the buds and new growth, inside I marvel. The roots have  established, and are new sending nutrients to the plant for new life.  I am rooting in to my new home, new state and feeling the newness begin to create new life within me image