So I fell today. Haven't fallen in a really long time. I swore I'd never make this an MS blog or a blog about MS, so although the cause basically this isn't the focus of this story. This story is about the mid air part. The part of nothing but you, air and the force of gravitational pull.
I realize how little I can do when the warm weather comes. The inspiration, gumption, intent, motivation goes right out the door. Can anyone be too tired to read? I guess I can be. I'm reading Damien by Hess and I've read the page where he's bragging about stealing apples now 6 or 7 times. When you can't think there is a certain beauty in the wonder of it all. You can't think of yesterday or last week or much of anything else. It's sort of wonderful just being in the now, being in the moment. I'm sure a Buddhist monk would give me a precious jade carving for my ability to be in the moment. I am ONLY in the moment. I feel the breeze each time like its the first. I taste the wine with each first sip. And there's a long run of first sips
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