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I've been absent from the blogosphere. Most of that is because I don't know what to write. I don't know what part of the journey to chronicle as life just seems mundane. We don't really go anywhere. We don't really do anything of local/global significance. Who wants to read about us?
And yet I find myself that the everyday pondering and musings and happenings of other people are exactly the blogs I love so dearly. I love how their words seem to just flow so beautifully on the page screen and I am continually inspired.
So I determine to write more, and yet I don't. Today I am going with the determination. I shall write about my current musings at least.
I've had plenty of time to muse as well. Last week I was holed up on the couch, feeling very ordinary after a dalliance with gastro. I'm a dreadful sook when it comes to being sick and losing control over what my digestive tract does. I need someone in the room with me as I go through the throes of what gastro entails. I need them to tell me I'm going to be ok. Sad, isn't it? This time the task fell to my eldest daughter, who gallantly stayed in the room, told me I could still breathe after I inhaled at the wrong time and thought I was going to die a rock star death, and got me back to bed again.
I was also on the couch because my right leg was giving me (and is still giving me) curry. I've been having muscle spasms for over a week now which has drastically reduced the amount of running I've done. I miss it so! This pain is reminiscent of pain I used to be in as a little girl. I remember laying on the couch with my legs in such pain. My father used to sit with me and massage my legs which brought temporary relief. The kids took turns massaging this time.
So, whilst I was holed up on the couch watching countless DVD's and knitting I also mused a lot about our life, my journey, my current itchy feet, my longings for a simple life, my current relationship status with my husband, faith, religion and world peace........well, not really about world peace, but you get the picture. I began to feel grateful for my body actually making me stop and take some time out to rest and reflect as it healed. Sometimes I think physical sickness is your body's way of making you take time out to give your brain time to de-fragment itself. So, that's what I did...and I chose to stop feeling guilty about my lack of activity and let the world - my world at least - just carry on without me.
And it did just fine.
So, with this blog.....I think it's time to just open it up more, be more consistent, stop waiting for the amazing things to happen and just start looking for the small things in every day that are just as amazing.
