The fog slipped in sometime in the night, though it looks like a soft slip and soon will most likely be bright.
I felt permission to stay in bed and read. I opened to Mark Doty, his poetry book, Source. I highly recommend this book. I had been feeling unaligned since the conference, struggling to find my own balance of in and out, and this book placed me beautifully as I need to be, aligned in my own bones, muscles and skin.
I then started reading the short stories of Ron Carlson, from the book, At the Jim Bridger. He, too, was on the faculty at the conference, and what he read though nimble, clever, and intelligent, seemed a bit slippery in its humor at times. This book, though, has some thoughtful and amazing stories, and again deals with this subject of in and out, in the mind, in the body, and out. I think this is the subject we navigate each moment of our days.
I resonate to this line, "I am destined to go through life as an exposed nerve."
I have felt that in my life, and the wedding and the conference brought it up for me big time. Chemotherapy aggravated it, too, as I spent so much time in silence and alone, that returning to what I perceive as bombardment is difficult for me.
I am grateful to have this weekend to realign in my own space, to expand into silence and the lovely green hands of plants.
May this day provide for each of us what we need, our daily bread.