Furnace humming beneath me, sun not yet crested over the horizon, coffee in my cup, and most importantly- no coughing, sneezing, moaning, or sounds of the nebulizer interrupts sleeping offspring or my thoughts.
It's been several intense weeks of battling back a respiratory virus, and somehow in the nitty gritty of fevers, sleep deprivation, and mountains of facial tissue I've begun to suffer a congestion of my own.
A writer's sort of congestion. Thoughts, words, ideas all crowd each other, and I need a good clearing out.
Like I'm clearing the body of illness, I'll be taking a little more time to "rest". Yes, I still have my notes and drafts of ideas for the series I've been working on. It's not over, and I'm not giving up. Just resting.
Like pushing fluids, I'm taking on "extra" reading. Getting to some ideas and lingering conditions of mind and heart that came clear in the quiet and suppression of physical activity brought on by several days in bed.
So, a little "hello" to you today.
Liberty Farm is hanging on a bit longer to winter rest.
Cultivating the quiet, making space, restoring routine.