I’ve spent this week sick, on the couch. It’s okay. Really, it is.
It’s actually kind of nice to just rest and do what my body tells me to – quite a change from the working years when we just had to push through. Take drugs to stop coughing, stop blowing, stay alert. Then collapse the minute we walked in the door at the end of the day. No time to look after ourselves.
Well, now I have time. After two years of retirement, I’m finally at a place where I can give my body what it needs when it’s sick: rest. I’ve lazed around, sleeping when I need to, chain-drinking pots of tea, moving around when I need to. I feel like I’m charting the progress of this cold. It changes every day. It’s interesting, in a scientific sort of way. Uncomfortable, even painful at times…but interesting.
I’m getting lots of reading in. And some small bouts of sewing. I get up and putter a bit, then go lay down for awhile, then get up again and putter some more. It took me two days to make one splendid sampler block. And that’s perfectly okay. It brings new meaning to living simply – something I’ve been striving for.
And just in case you think I gave up on the A-Z challenge: I didn’t. I’m just coming in last.
I couldn’t find a single pose that begins with the letters x, y or z. So what I’m going to do is tell you about something I’ve challenged myself with. It’s the end of the alphabet, after all. What comes next? My personal goal: Crow Pose
Someday I will be able to do this. I don’t know why, but I just know that in this pose I will know myself to be physically strong. That hovering in crow pose, I will be as strong as I will ever need to be.
Partly it’s because this pose requires strength from the entire body: tremendous core strength and the shoulder & arm strength that I have been lacking. And mental strength, too, to overcome the fear of falling forward and doing a face plant on the floor.
Inside myself, I think of this as the Raven pose.
I miss the ravens of the Yukon. I miss their burbling and clicking and cawing and the thousands of different sounds they make. I miss them being ever present and watchfully perched on the lamp posts, heads tilted. I miss the way they fluff their feather up so they look like they’re wearing furry black parkas in the winter If I were ever to get a tattoo, it would be of a raven. If I ever master this pose, maybe I will.
The End (of the alphabet and the a-z challenge.)
What comes next for you?