Some days are simply so impossibly difficult.
Monday was one. But when you are 60, you recall being younger
and 'soldiering' through, and how it messed you up so badly. and you have a chance now to stop and let things
settle and be kind to yourself and lose income and take the day off, with
wisdom.
So I did. I took the day off and cancelled everyone and off went
that mortgage money and I delivered my beloved to work, and then with torn and
worn heart, tromped to favorite swamps and , with the little old dog, down the
steep old trails to the outwaters of the Connecticut, where I came up on peace
and shadows and a young snake basking in the sun, and the murmuring of the
stream through the newly wakened skunk cabbage...all alive alive-o.
Still weeks continue, sometimes difficult things persist and we
do what we can, as kindly as we can, which we improve at, if we wish, as we
grow older.
Gently gently on we go, hand in hand with grace and gratitude.
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