It's the little things!

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 I do keep having the strangest dreams and wonder if my anxieties are coming out through them.  My body is still itching, but the worst spot is on my arm, which I've been smothering with Aloe gel from my house plant. However, if the gel works and eases the itch, I tend to forget to reapply, which I did yesterday evening. In my dream last night, I dreamt that my arm was totally red from the fingers to the shoulder and it wasn't only itching but burning and it didn't look good. A friend called in to see me, noticed I was rubbing my arm, and insisted that I call the doctor which I was loathe to do and I said to her "but if I go, he'll give me a jab and then another for the virus, while he's got me there". I mentioned both those things in my blog post yesterday - my caution with the new vaccine and the itching, so maybe dreams do make some sense sometimes!

I went through my usual routine this morning - gratefulness meditation,  cuppa at six, washed and dressed at half seven, fed birds and had breakfast before nine. I find the routine gives me a goal and it helps motivate me into moving and getting on with the day. I need it!  Yes, I ache and feel exhausted even though I've slept a few hours, but I know that I have to do - I have to push myself. An unusual thing happened at nine o'clock - the sun was peeking out through the clouds and it was a lovely change from the wet, windy cold mornings we've been having. It made me want to walk out and enjoy it while it I could and I wrapped up, maybe a little too warm, and set off down the road. I had decided that I would go my usual way towards the cliff top - not the best walk as pavements are narrow and people don't observe the social distancing rule - and it was amazingly calm and milder than of late. There were several walkers on the cliff top and I kept my distance intending to go back on myself towards home again, as I could feel my legs were beginning to feel heavy. but as often happens when I'm outside, I turned towards a different route and carried on walking. I hadn't walked this route before and it was like an adventure, though in the back of my head, I knew that there would always be a way back to the cliff top and I could find a bench to rest on. But, of course, my head seemed to be ignoring any kind of logic or sense and I kept walking until I could glimpse the sea and I turned down the road that took me there and I was so pleased with myself and I took a short rest. Short because I had been out longer than intended and I decided on a shorter route home which took me past the local park and it was looking very autumnal. I loved it and couldn't resist taking a few pictures of the shrubs and pathways. I would have enjoyed walking along them, but I knew time was short and quickly turned for home which was still a thirty minute walk on a good day.  But it was a treat I didn't expect to have today! Another surprise on my outing were two statues that I hadn't seen before and I couldn't resist a few snaps.

So, what may look to have been a boring, ordinary day to most, was full of treats for me - an amazing day! As I said, it's the little things.

Oh yes, I am paying for it, but I'm also still smiling.

Stay safe everyone. 

 Namaste      




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