All sanity depends on this: that it should be a delight to feel heat
strike the skin, a delight to stand upright, knowing the bones are moving easily under flesh. ~ Doris Lessing
"Enchanted Prism" ~ My Expressive Imaginative Way of Living 2017 👄
"Enchanted Prism" ~ My Expressive Imaginative Way of Living 2017 👄
Imaginative living my agh, haha! I wasn't imagining to be down - knocked - out with the peskiest of coughs for a full long week! Gad, it was wretchedly awful! Hard to believe I started the year with marathon sinus challenges, and Oho' gad goodness forbids I end it with a celebratory bout of sneezy headache fuzzies!👩
Praise heavens I'm on the comeback feel of full restoration - thanks to a buffet of meds the doc prescribed, cheerio! I can still feel a trail of tenderness in my right sinus passageway, but another night's sleep will heal through, my angel guide says to me.
Whatever while should I complain of tedious aches and pains when somewhere around and a mile across people wailfully carry the purest sufferings of a beaten world. Unfathomable to my mind, but the year has seen a scorch of one madness reaching towards another. I ought to shush' myself.
One thing learned is to more than dearly take proactive steps in ensuring vitality; change of diet, more sweat. more fresh air, more. more, m-o-r-e of everything in life that's fresh, succulent, tempered with what's simple and common sense right. 🎕
2017 is at my doorstep, grinning winsomely, offering luminous perspective for a new inner world of exaltation. Well, why not? Resolutions aren't my thing but plotting and creating sure are! More than ever, the call of living from inner bliss can't be ignored. I hear its clamorous invitation - insisting I stand upright and arise to a mesmerizing existence, allowing the bones of days to move - with - the - flesh, as the heat of a minute strikes skin and delight becomes life.
2017 is at my doorstep, grinning winsomely, offering luminous perspective for a new inner world of exaltation. Well, why not? Resolutions aren't my thing but plotting and creating sure are! More than ever, the call of living from inner bliss can't be ignored. I hear its clamorous invitation - insisting I stand upright and arise to a mesmerizing existence, allowing the bones of days to move - with - the - flesh, as the heat of a minute strikes skin and delight becomes life.
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