Yesterday I met with my martial arts instructor and did a medium light boxing workout..... cardio work.
Ouch.
He didn't push me to the point I had to lay down in order to breath..... which I appreciated.
Though my back and neck protested.... it felt good to warm things up..... feel the familar cadence of movement I used to know so well.
Old friends.
It was good.
I saw my T then went to the house I renovated years ago, to dig up plants I chose, planted and nurtured before my life fell apart.
Blue green hosta I love but can only grow in a few places, never sure why it thrives here and there, but not anywhere else in the yard. The huge hosta that grows 2 feet high and always makes me smile at it's impossible size. Lillies.... the lillies of my childhood pond memories...... lots of those and the ferns I planted years ago and just now turn my eye to. Under the deck. Large and lush adn a surprise. I'll gift those to the neighbor with a koi pond and babbling fountain.... a tree swing 200 feet high that swings over the creek..... that my children and I have become accustomed to and made welcome to enjoy.
Digging in the dirt continues to be a balm for me..... so much serenity to be found there.
Today I visit my church and embrace the clergy members who've stood by and supported me.
I'll pick up the woman who introduced me to this church and we'll sit quietly in the pews and talk to Go and Mother Mary..... no distractions.
I can't tell you how much peace and comfort I feel when I look forward to my day.
Lighter
