I’ve been out of sorts for the last week or so. It’s been the kind of week where you get eight hours of solid sleep and still wake up reluctantly and with mud-for-brains. The kind of week where your throat is just scratchy enough and your limbs just achy enough to inspire a dedicated regimen of vitamin C and immune boosting herbal teas but then days pass and it’s not worse but not quite better. I’m beginning to wonder if it isn’t just a January malaise.
My inner climate seems to be well-matched to the outer climate, which despite the blue sky snaps I managed to catch Wednesday afternoon, has been mostly fog and drizzle punctuated by… grey. My routine right now is feeling a bit like that grey, a little stifling and dreary. I’ve been trying to focus on the bright spots, and to give myself a few more bright spots. I’m hugely excited about a new weekly meditation group that just launched with a few kindreds. Dean and I set a date for a spring holiday at the homestead and started inviting a few friends. We’ve been working on the details for an early summer vacation.
That’s all today, just a little postcard from my world. I’m squinting into the sun as I type, and itching to get out for a little walk over the noon hour. Hope you catch some blue-sky moments yourself.