Interlude

 

Not my feet...Photo by Pixabay from Pexels

Wellness break since yesterday and my youngest sister is in town. I may have inadvertently created a series on "rest". Series ?! Sounds so structured and intentional with some start-middle-end trajectory. But no, this is as random as it can get. Honestly, I fear that this blogging outlet thingie might become obligatory...work...part of a to-do list. I don't want that. Emily Dickinson once said (I don't know where) that "forever is composed of nows" and so my intention is to capture and relish as many "nows" as possible. Because I often forget. Or maybe a particular "now" is just wonderful, I don't need to write it all the time or take a picture of it. I just expand all my senses and imprint that "now" into a permanent memory. Hopefully, enjoy remembering it "...until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire." Of course, Eowyn's statement probably doesn't directly apply--it does sound right and nice, doesn't it?  To all of us, who are spent, exhausted. I see you. I hear you. Smile, cheers. 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻