I’m home again from the hospital, sore and exhausted but so happy to be home. There were complications with the procedures that will make recovery a bit longer, but it’s OK. The docs were able to do them and that’s what counts. Now I rest up and wait for the results. Thank you so much for all your kind notes and messages. They mean a great deal to me and brought a lot of smiles and comfort. XO
It’s been wicked cold this week thanks to icy winds that seem to find every crack in the floorboards and gap in our clothing. Brrr. It’s a good time of year to rest inside, warm and toasty with multiple layers and innumerable cups of hot tea, steaming coffee, and creamy cocoa.
My recovery days are filled with quiet things: wood-burning, reading, naps. I’ve been reading Robert Frost, remembering why I’ve always loved his words:
“We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn’t overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure.”
“a little order where we are” – how I love that.
But I can make a little order in my life. I can make our little world a bit better for me and my loves, the people that cross our path.
I can plant flowers and herbs and veggies.
I can cuddle baby goats and help them find their mums when they get lost.
I can write notes or emails to beloved ones near and far.
I can brew a cup of tea for a dear friend.
I can give my hubs a hug when he’s had a rough day.
Little things really do make a difference.