I haven't done much for the last few days except work and drink tea. Maybe a little knitting (some progress on a turquoise wrap I started last year, and a facecloth) - maybe a little reading (Songs Without Words by Ann Packer, which I will write about soon) - maybe a couple of letters written.
I spent too many days battling a throat infection without the benefit of antibiotics, but yesterday I gave up. My punishment: Antibiotics and steroids. What can I say? Bleah. (And even that, I only can say softly.)
I wish I had the nerve to write, like my friend wrtmaus, about fear, and I wish I had the stamina to take this (from Tricycle's Daily Dharma) to heart:
Fear is finding fault with the future. If only we could
keep in mind how uncertain our future is, then we would
never try to predict what could go wrong.
Fear ends right there.
–Ajahn Brahm from Opening the Door of Your Heart (Lothian Books)But today I have just enough energy to say shalom, hello, and namaste to my friends, readers, and passers by.