Evidently, in spite of my best efforts, I have not been still enough. A month of family commitments and celebrations combined with my carefully managed every day activity finally caught up with me on Monday morning, and I was forcibly, and unpleasantly, incapacitated for 16 hours.
The image depicts my beautiful Oskar, who sadly left us last year, and reminds me to be still.
I turn to my old cats for lessons in stillness. Cats are very good at being still … for hours. When I sit in my chair in the evening, recovering from the day’s activities, my little black cat jumps into my lap, curls up and stays there … all evening … only moving if I dare to and then slotting herself back into her warm and rightful place once I have resettled myself.
I’ve had a winter of this, and while I feel I’ve turned a corner in my overall recovery from adrenal fatigue I can see that quiet evenings will continue for a while yet.
This poem reflects a similar previous posting. I don’t want this to be an ongoing theme but it is what it is for now.
I surrender …
Still … again
“You do too much!”
You say to me.
Sweep my legs.
Render me gravely
For as long as
In my chair
You win …
Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2012