Sometimes the desire to communicate "from" overwhelms the paucity of substance from which one may wish to communicate. At others, that very desire (to communicate) is thwarted by an insufficiency of physical and/or emotional stamina. I am, currently, undergoing a rather prolonged wilderness trek.
Whilst I observe nature's changing seasons, primarily in the context of our gardens flora and fauna, I'm reluctant to admit to my own ageing. Having already felt rather decrepit, for a considerable period of time, the next season for me hardly bears thinking about; much better that I skip a season and pray for Spring's renewal.
The furthest my adventurous spirit has allowed me to travel of late is 'Open Church' at our local parish church or, even closer to home, 'Cafe Culture' located within a few hundred yards of our front door.
A somewhat spastic colon puts paid to any desire to venture further afield whilst sundry, at times excruciating, muscular aches and pains contribute little to any such desire. Discomforting armpit and submandibular tenderness, an erratically irregular sore throat, acid reflux and post nasal drip, are worthy daytime adjuncts to nocturnal restlessness, night sweats and unrefreshing sleep.
Life is never without its drama, as one may be instantly transported from a state of relative alertness to that of a shattering exhaustion.
2 comments:
Hang in there, Mal.
Lost sight of your blog with the death of MyBlogLog, and BlogCatalog seems to be dying as well.
Thanks for stopping by Steve; I hope to keep on hanging on and in!!!
I'd not realized how much I'd miss MyBlogLog until it had gone. I try, nowadays, to keep up with my favourite blogs via use of Google Reader.
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