Precious quiet afternoon; a balance. With all my intent on refocusing, an inner journey, suddenly I am bombarded with The World.
 |
| I realized I hadn't taken time to sketch my sweetheart in the current journal...an oversight I rectified this day! |
Are these signposts on the path, or obstacles? Today there was a post from poet/priest/philospher John O'Donohue on community, coming together, working together, without "introverted
power games."
But my introversion is anything but a power game. It's simply who I am, how I function best. I feel scattered and exhausted with "too much of a muchness."
Other quotes have been pointing to community as well, with a kind of synchronicity. I
will think on this...but I've worked in community, and burned out, going down in some fairly spectacular flames! I am not anxious to see an encore.
And by evening my body appeared to add its vote--backache! I read in
bed with the heating pad on 8 rather than attending our 2nd Friday art
crawl. The quiet was most welcome, as well as healing.
Perhaps listening to the messages our body sends us rather than powering through them is also a kind of re-wilding.
 |
| The sketch itself is rather painful! The discomfort shows in my face AND in my inability to capture a likeness. But...it is what it is, and there were almost no other records of the day--and so it is included. |
