Back to normality; these
days I’m somewhat at a loss when trying to describe what is normal for me. At
what point on the scale (and intensity) of regular aches, pains and general
discomfort, lies my norm? Pain free days are a fondly remembered experience, albeit
never fully appreciated at the time but, rather taken for granted.
Last weekend, feeling a
lot more at ease and alert than I had done for some considerable time, I
carried out a few extra tasks on the Saturday and was relieved to have an
equally good, although more restful, day on the Sunday. Tuesday and Wednesday
were the days I suffered payback, from the weekend’s exertion; almost all parts
of torso and limbs took pleasure in competing for the max discomfort trophy. Shatteredly de-energized, all became a struggle;
it even seemed to require a tremendous effort of willpower to enable me to partake
of a little light dietary sustenance.
Thankfully, that more
extreme discomfort has eased and I’m now back to that elusive norm, where I’m
able to concentrate on whatever I’m listening to, observing or reading. Perhaps
that is what I should take to be my norm; those days when the gift of
concentration is restored/present; the rest is simply passing time!
Watching the Red Kite
riding the thermals, in clear view from my comfortable armchair, at times
circling low down over the top end of the garden, brought a little brightness to
a drearily grey gloomy day. And once again I celebrate the joy of being here
and now, privileged in being loved and ready to share that love, in what can
sometimes be a cruel and heartless world, ruled by greed and self-interest
I really must count my
blessings!
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