Self medication…

Winter virus brings scratchy throat,
Aching limbs and hot sweats.
Energy sapped, I sit and doze.

Gentle sunshine through the window
Brings promise of new spring strength
To present discomfort.

Forced to take it easy today, I have been copying up some of the small stones I have written into a “Findings” book. I have found even the act of re-reading them brings a warmth and comfort, reminding me that nothing is permanent, and the present moment, even if it’s uncomfortable, is passing and precious. Perhaps writing should be available on prescription… 🙂


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