We are sick again. SICK AGAIN! It's not as bad as it's been, but I'm feeling very cranky and frustrated that since Miles started preschool in September, we have all been out of action with colds four times. The last three times have all been one month apart. Sore throats, sinusy noses, babies who won't sleep. I feel like a perfect grouch.
Dammit!
Being the natural remedy queen that I consider myself to be, I feel like giving up. I begin to administer the homeopathics, get started on honeyed tea, and still it takes me down. I have yet to create room for the preschool sickies to move in as a regular occurrence and it's driving me crazy to have no energy during such a demanding month. Still so much calling from the work table.
Totally random uncreditable photo purloined from folkandfable (blame her for the lack of photographer!) which makes me feel extremely happy and nappish.
I'm switching gears here to share this beautiful poem that found it's way into my inbox today, which I am so grateful for. Some words can stop me in my tracks and heal my heart right where it sits from any ailment of the day. Powerful little letters all stacked together, aren't they? From here I shall quiet my great flapping against the current.
still life with flying
bird
From where we stood, it looked effortless. A hawk hovering
inside the bay wind as if posing for a photograph. An hour earlier,
we’d
nearly been knocked over by that same current, shivering
roadside to fix a
flat tire. It was hard to believe this air
could have held that bird so
gently. And yet, her body lay still
as sleep, and the hawk simply floated as
if she had forgotten
the haste of hunger, as if home could wait. I wondered
how it would feel
to fly into such weather and then let go, to quiet that
great flapping
of wings and lean into the stream’s muscle, have it carry us
as far
as it wanted while we rested inside it, patient and trusting as
ever.
