This past year, for all it's difficulties, has had blessings aplenty.
Moby is happier, having gotten his rotten tooth removed. He loves his larger territory. We are fortunate to have him in our lives. All three together, we make a good family.
I got to spend time with Moira. Much to heal from, quiet moments, nothing important, everything vital.
Not having to take out a loan for the necessary car, and a vehicle that is turning out to be very well made and reliable. Material security.
All our friends, grown a little, changed, but still essential and welcoming. Kith of great worth, joy abundant. Who seem to think us worthy right back. Oh, and Moby likes 'em all. Greets and hangs out, in his cat way.
Work, where I am scrubbing more, stretching my skills - and not coming up too short too often.
Next year, I will start with the yoga class for healing from injury. I would go today, but I am on call. Maybe I will try to arrange it anyway. This will be a doable process to stay healthier.
D will have access to the gym at his old college, he's already looking better after just a few times.
I will continue to write, though I am still asea about how to even start on the road to being published. This I may need to take a class for, certainly talk to an expert, get advice. This is the scariest of hopes. Plan? There ain't no plan.
The trip to soak, write, indulge in silence approaches. I have capsaicin patches for the voyage - tried one and it worked pretty well. D will bring the Martin, I will sing along on the enclosed porch over the Portneuf River.
We will talk the whole way in the car, reacquaint. We will miss Moby, but P will be here. A Fuckitall party when we get back. Have to order the cake that will say "Failure is always an Option" from the bakery that did our Yin-yang reception cake. They looked at us weirdly then, but made a lovely job of it, and a delicious one.
I will take photos.
Good Yule, a Brightening Solstice, Joyeaux Noel, hope kindling, warm blessings treasured over the noisy hurts and dark cold.
5 comments:
I'm guessing the lifting of stress has helped D, too.
You think they gave you weird looks then...
and to you dear z and to you...
A brightly ringed Saturnalia to you and those who walk with you, Z.
Gud Yule, Zhoen and D and Moby.
Sounds good. Definitely going to sign up for yoga here, too. Hope your holidays have been/continue to be good.
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