At the risk of sounding less than rosy, I'm going to tell you about my morning.That it began at 3:30 with the percussive sounds of my radiator, which took it upon itself to warm up the entire Northern Hemisphere as well as my apartment.
That the stifling heat wasn't doing my raw, chapped hands any favors.
That the tea my acupuncturist prescribed me for an eczema flare-up doesn't taste as good as my daughter once described her own concoction (a lollipop dragged across a muddy brick).
That I had committed to attending said daughter's publishing party at school today.
That during our commute in 30-degree weather, I wondered at least half a dozen times why I ever decided to leave Florida. And also bemoaned that I'd have to wet my hands more than usual (gloves are no use at this stage) to make soup that's a crucial part of Amanda's diet.
Well, that's one version of my morning.
The other one is that while lying in bed at 4 a.m., I remembered some really tender moments with people I love.
That it was kind of nice not to wear two pairs of socks indoors.
That a shaman of a violinist named Adriel Williams – whose business card features none other than a bold crocus by Gabe Kirchheimer – moved me to tears on the subway platform.
That flowers again made an appearance when a friend gave me a precious and completely unexpected birthday gift – a notepad from Punch Studio.
That, in addition to questioning my change of address 11 years ago, I also asked my Higher Self what I could do today to support my body's natural healing ability.
That, at the publishing party, I got to read my daughter's story about the rewards of intense effort, a most welcome lesson on this "hot and cold" day.
That making soup was the perfect way to marinate ideas for this entry and that it motivated me to make some blood-strengthening beet juice for myself.
That I remembered I'm not alone in my sensitivity to winter and that, although my hands still hurt when water hits them, they are doing better with the "muddy brick" tea.
And that my paperwhite bulbs – a gift from yet another generous friend – must have liked the extra heat and took it upon themselves to bloom today, of all days.
4 comments:
Dear sweet friend, I love the beautiful photos you shared today. However, even more than that I love the way you told the story of your day from two opposing points of view- one as most people perceive things and the other with a heart overflowing with gratitude!
Alice, I read this several times, because 1. I really enjoyed it and 2. to make sure its emotional impact is not due to selfish reasons. Nope, I can't deny it's sweeter for me for selfish reasons but also no doubt this is truly moving and inspirational writing. May the flower force always be with you:)
I think the way you told it is a great reminder to us all. When we're having one of those bad days, write why it's bad, but be sure to write what is good. Look back on it later, and put the day in it's perspective. Now I'll need to go and buy a ledger. But thank you Alice. :-)
I do try to remember to look on the positive side - sometimes easier said than done! But always worth trying.
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