Stuck inside while the hours roll by instead of the miles how I miss the drone of my tires on hot asphalt taking me to places never seen before for life wasn’t meant to be lived in one place and I am not the same person having seen the sun rise on the other side of the world
OK so I officially don’t know what day it is anymore. I seem to have lost a couple of days. Well not really true but kind of, it’s Monday, I think. I suffered a fatigue collapse yesterday (yes that’s a real thing). It happens to people with various types of chronic fatigue when for one reason or another your entire system just collapses, you can’t think, you can barely move, sometimes can’t eat or even speak.
One of the blessings of this quarantine is that I have reconnected with my mad kitchen skills. When I related to friends and family the fact that we’ve not stepped foot inside a traditional grocery store in two months, the main question I got was “what do you eat?” Oats for breakfast with protein powder and frozen berries, lunch; canned salmon, low carb wrap, canned olives and vegetable soup from freeze dried vegetable mix; dinner; tempeh with red cream sauce (cream sauce with freeze dried tomato powder) and frozen vegetables, snacks have been banana chips and dried apricots (both unsweetened) with various nut butters. Yep, you can eat healthy from the pantry. Of course, you can also binge eat all out of proportion …. but that’s a topic for another day.
It has taken me over an hour to write this so …. I’m going to go drink a cup of tea and maybe take a nap. 😉
I’m Tired — Madeline Kahn
All The Tired Horses – Bob Dylan
Til next time ~Keep your head down and your pantry full ~JPP
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “deep.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep” ~Robert Frost
Deep and dark have always equated to trouble in my lexicon. As a child, caught in an undertow, pulled out into deep water, I watched the shore slip away. I struggled to stay afloat as I fought against panic and waves. Until he was there taking me in strong arms, hooking my little arms around his neck issuing a command to “hold on” as he swam back toward the shore. Then standing in hip deep water, pulling me around to his chest and carrying me back to solid ground. The next day, he taught me to body surf and what the different surf warning flags meant. Just like always, Daddy was there. Until the day he wasn’t.
I bounce along the clouds as they form a path before me like cobbled stepping stones solid and multi-hued but translucent to the light that pours from the sky through me, through the clouds through the stones reaching down I pluck a yellow daffodil as the clouds begin to whirl and shift beneath my feet until they part, leaving me standing in clear air
What day is it anyway? Hmmmm I’m thinking Friday? I only know this because it’s “Castle” night. Yep, we watch dvds of the series “Castle” on Friday nights and, hey I never miss Nathan Fillion. It’s quiet here, very quiet, no people out walking, no carts driving by, no snow plows. It’s almost eerie and kind of weird but we’re just taking it all in.
Deep in the forest covered in green there rested a box barely seen it perched atop a narrow ravine looking down, calm and serene watching, waiting in it’s quarantine carpeted with vines all velveteen Into that forest so crisp and clean there came a fairy, fluttering her wings sparkled iridescent sheen “Hello” said the box “I’ve been waiting”
My life is full of blessings even though the snow is messing with my plans, leaving me guessing I find my self honestly confessing I miss the sun’s warmth caressing though Summer heat can be oppressing and humidity is too depressing So I’ll cloak myself in winter’s dressing warm and snug to contemplate my blessings
Awoke to several inches of snow this morning when a spring squall moved in. A few more inches since then. It’s been a quiet day, roads and sidewalks are slick with melting then refreezing run off. My exercise today has consisted of an indoor walking video, and shoveling the front walk twice plus a short walk to the garbage cans. Good enough.
I am reminded today that one of my goals has been to acknowledge the blessings this pandemic panic has brought my way. I gaze out my window at the snow covered trees, bushes and roads and contemplate the blessing of a warm snuggly home. I was able to pick up groceries yesterday, have ordered more on-line and have a stocked pantry to see me through until those orders arrive. Blessings, oh so many, many blessings fill my world every day, it is humbling to contemplate. Blessings to you my friends.
The chains that bound her were heavy, even heavier than the anchor at the end. They intended to toss her off the quay and see if she would use magic to save herself. Because she had done what the village healers could not. What was she supposed to do let the plague wipe them out? Now they judged her a witch. Stupid humans! Fae gathered her magic, pulling the heat from the earth, the stones, the very air around her skin glowing intensely until she burst into flame and dissolved into ash.
The astonished guards stared at the ashes before hearing a voice that crackled with fire as she rose from the ash, resplendent in her flaming wings.
“You dare judge me a witch, I am Phoenix Fae, Fire Fairy. Now, RUN!”