I wake, feeling well. My stomach is still fragile, and I will be gentle in what I offer to it today, but, for the most part I am enthusiastically awake.
I went to the grocery store yesterday that I had the most trouble with when I was in chemo, Paradise Market. They offer a great deal of prepared foods which was helpful then, but I still gag a bit when I enter the deli section of the store. I think I carried that feeling home yesterday. I was unable to eat. I curiously note how my body remembers the time of year. I suppose I could use some bodywork around the tenderness of the stomach lining. Today, I want to spread pillows in my stomach, offer gentle yogurt drinks, and soothe.
I finished the memoir by Julia Cameron and started in on her new book. There is no question that the Morning Pages have worked for her. She is amazingly prolific. I sit with that, with her need, desire, and fulfillment in producing. Creativity flowed through her, spoke. I wonder sometimes why I am so content. I would "produce" more I suppose if I were driven, but the world seems so abundant already. I suppose my purpose here may be to appreciate, and that is certainly more than enough for me. Somebody has to do it and that somebody may be me.
Happy three day weekend to all, or at least, those who have a three day weekend. This is the first year that Steve and his partner have decided to honor the day so I am excited about that, about a day to honor a man who spoke so eloquently for needed change and peace.
Martin Luther King - my model for the day.
