At the beginning of my days, often after reacclimating and reentering into life, I do the things we all do. We just have different pieces in each puzzle.
Mine is that I do enough animal things and get a complicated enough protocol of supplements and things out for my husband, that I can run off into the world, to go work out, and get home before I need to help with injections and other complicated things, keeping him hale and hearty and smiling, before he heads off to work.
Sometimes it comes to mind the great variety of morning routines that I, and all of you, have had, that have shifted and changed throughout our lives.
And sometimes I spend these moments I am given, without thought or idea, simply sinking into the day at hand, while going about getting things done.
When I used to work in my acupressure practice, there would be the welcome researching, and protocol creating problem-solving about clients, that I relished. Because over the almost 30 years I had a practice, there was this discovery every day that so much is possible.
Sometimes I remember the various stages of parenthood, with one, two, or three babies and kids and ages and problems and loveliness and discoveries and funny moments and tragedies and how that all kept interminably shifting, until finally they were all ok,and off there in the world, in their own lives, in ways I never would've imagined.
Today I make all of these capsules for various aspects of his health, to cover the bases, to swoop in, in between every other week chemo, to repair and rebuild and build up.
I finish with this task, and misplace the container.
spend an equal amount of time searching everywhere for the container, knowing that when this happens to us, the misplaced keys or electric bills or anything else, that we have a little moment there of overwhelm, and that it's a nice message from our self to our self.
He wakes up and comes down the stairs, greeted exuberantly by the shepherd. I embrace him, and tell him I've misplaced the container, and he looks around a little bit, before he heads to the shower.
I think to myself "oh well.", And leap out the door, to drive down the street, and go for a quick workout.
The sun is cresting the mountain range, seeming to climb its way into the sky, at 7:15. The budding maples are shimmering crimson, against the pale blue sky and the voluminous clouds.
I drive down the range, the forest leaning in on both sides, dark and beautiful, and come to that place where the forest ends, and the fields begin.
Vast fields, high fields, and the sky opens up, the day opening before us all.
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