Profound Rest

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“Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it’d find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it.” ~ David Foster Wallace

“It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.”  ~ Neil Armstrong

“With the moon walk, the religious myth that sustained these notions could no longer be held. With our view of earthrise, we could see that the earth and the heavens were no longer divided but that the earth is in the heavens.”  ~ Joseph Campbell

“The best things in life aren’t things.”  ~ Art Buchwald

Yesterday was an unusual day. The 3-4 inches of snow played a part in that. It’s the first real snow of the season. But I think the prime reason was my heating pad. I set my chair up so that in leaning back into the two pillows my head rested firmly against the back of the chair. The heating pad had my back, so to speak. I never left the house. That’s the unusual thing. I don’t remember the last time I did that. The morning weather was pretty much prohibitive as far as I was concerned, so I bowed to the circumstances and decided to just stay home. Later in the afternoon, after a nap of indeterminate duration, the Sun came out and it almost looked safe out there. I thought of taking a quick trip out to pick up a coupla pints of ale for the evening. But the sunny spot I was in was surrounded by dark clouds and wind, and I saw the sunny spot to be the fooler that it was. I am grateful for the day of profound rest. My body, as it was yesterday, is filled with tiny pains, and recalcitrant stiffness. Oh, there are bigger pains as well. Listen, I’ve voluntarily stepped into a new healing phase, something I had to do before I lost my chance. Healing requires a nonjudgmental tolerance of whatever your wounds have to offer. All told, I’d love to stay home again today. Ain’t happenin’. Workday. The world was changed by the storm. It should be fascinating to see exactly how it changed.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

 

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