Rainy day thoughts

It’s a rainy day and my lungs gravitate between breathing and hacking. I had to cancel outdoor plans but a night of coughing led me to cancel. I suppose I need to relax and rest up. I haven’t slept much in the past week since the sinus infection. I’m mending. I just haven’t been sick like this in forever. Meh. So, it’s just a rainy Sunday and the snores of my dog rival the rain.

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The flowers will be happy.

I keep thinking I haven’t put time into some things, lately. I haven’t done yoga in weeks. I drew something in oil pastels last night. My garden is hastily tended. I realize I need to slow down and put time into these things. They are calming and good for my mental and physical health. I fear I got addicted to busy. I work 9-5 and rush around when I come home. I’m also tired at the end of the day. I need to strive to be more mindful and go back to the basics.

I read a great books series that I finished. It’s The Crown & Key series by Susan and Clay Griffith. It has steampunk, magic, and alchemy. The cast of characters are great and I highly recommend it. My reading list grows by the day.

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I keep making plans in my head. I need to carry them out. I feel like I need to be more present but take care of myself, too. I saw my name in print at work. It was the proofing copy. It gave me a nice feeling. I feel like my work is valued there. I just need to remember there is value in other things, as well. I have social plans next weekend so I suppose I needed to rest this weekend.  I needed to let my thoughts come and go.  Share what I wish to share, like my favorite poem.

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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