Quiet Day

Today has been “different” – for me. Simon left for work at 7 am and I have been here: car-less in the snow.

And I have not minded it at all. My only issue is my recurrent one that I have had forever: I’m not moving, running, hiking, exerting myself. Therefore I shall be out of shape and fat by tomorrow. Yes, this is a leftover from my early 30s and I am glad I’m aware of it. It doesn’t control me but it’s there. I stomp on it and get it under control. But it’s there.

So – I balanced my day between being lazy ( Facebook) and constructive  (laundry, cleaning, vacuuming, washing floors, baking bread, making soup, walking with Abby on the property) and politics, which is another way of saying Facebook.

More and more, I want to separate myself from the madding crowd – the blustering and posturing and spouting of ideologies. I have little if any hope of the world changing in time for humanity to save itself – or especially to save the innocent creatures we are victimizing.

The best I can do is live a conscious and conscientious life centred on loving my man, my family (his family) and my friends. I can focus on creating a microcosm of a world that honours nature. I can minimize my own footprint. I can love and I can live each day in gratitude for the abundance that is mine: the gift of joy, love, respect and caring.

And while I do that, the world will turn, politicians will orate and lie and wheedle and beg for votes. I will rest easy in the arms of Gaia and of the man I love. And I will feel blessed.

About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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