When the landscape around me gets austere with the death that Winter brings, all I want to do is layer texture and life into my clothes.
“Best of all an honest understanding of what is within our control provides real clarity about the world: all we have is our own minda. Remember that today when you try to extend your reach outward – that it’s much better and more appropriately directed inward.” The Daily Stoic
So for a while now, I’ve been dealing with a physical issue. One that has caused me chronic pain, and is not fun. As part of the healing plan, I’ve been guzzling liters and liters of water and herbal teas.
Some days I like to imagine I’m in some epically grandiose English tale.
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…don’t tell. Don’t tell anyone that you love them.
I made a joke today on Facebook about the confirmation of Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court. I said that we’re concurrently watching season 2 of “The Handmaid’s Tale” and watching the real life prequel.
With the changing of the seasons, and the dying of the warmth, I find myself drawn to the natural philosophical reflections that follow.
Yes, easier said than done. And yes, that’s a life long skill. I’m not saying become a seamstress. I’m saying learn the basics.
Ha! Now that’s a question. Someone on insta asked me that. Actually, they asked, “Do you ever work?” Which to me was so very weird to hear.
