my fabulous hat!
Tue, August 25, 2009 at 23:01 Just as the chemical fug was lifting on Saturday night I got a head cold that turned me into a liquid streaming tissue roll hugging mess that had to sleep at a 45o angle on the couch in order to breath. That and the fact that E’s Jim Morrison biography kept me up most of Saturday night meant I had a jet lagged Sunday.
Spent the whole day feeling totally sorry for myself on the couch watching reruns of Jam and Jerusalem, finishing the biography and occasionally completing a row of crochet on my latest project. E took the Chi to his parents for the afternoon and and to friends for the evening so I could wallow in the cushions on the couch amid a damp marsh of tissue in peace. Fcuk head colds!
Jim was a maverick, the book almost unputdownable, although towards the end I confess to skim reading he musicology lists to get to the the juicier bits while still wanting to spotify almost every musical reference mentioned.
Monday was better - did some space clearing, and went to therapy, and began to feel like me again.
Today my lovely pink yoga mat called and I obeyed, stretching wide, tall, forwards and backwards and I buzzed with the joy of it. Buzzed with the joy of all the wonderful people I have in my life that have carried me on a wave of love in the last few weeks. Buzzed with the emotion of grace that welled up inside me.
I have so much to be grateful for and I don’t think I express it nearly enough.
- My wonderful E - bestfriendlifepartnerloverrolledintoonefor13yearsandcounting.
- My Chi, my light, my joy, my laughter, my miniature guru.
- My close and extended family for the love and generosity of time and words they have shown me - not just in the last few weeks but always.
- My in-laws and out-laws.
- My wonderful wonderful wild women friends whose calls and gifts and mails and texts give me strength and courage daily and whose constancy - and reappearance- in my life is the biggest gift.
- Ditto my wonderful wild man friends for howling at the moon with me from the wildest southern shores.
- my work colleagues, my wonderful boss, and my company for giving me the time and space to go away and heal with love and generosity of spirit.
- my silver cat who is always within stroking distance when I am home - and on my lap when I am sitting for being the silkiest feel good balm a girl could have.
- For the wise women yoga teachers whose feet I have fallen at by pure magic.
- For the wonderful energy I feel today that gives me confidence and strength.
- For my therapist - for his persistence, challenge and space.
- For the fabulous felt hat that travelled far to come to me.
- For my hair.
- For the magic that continues.
- for life, with no regrets and no remorse!
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