‘I heard a birdsing, In the dark of December. A magical thing, And sweet to remember.’ Oliver Herford.
It’s been a while again since my last post. It’s that time of the year when I seem to struggle with finding the energy, and the health, to prepare for the festive season. My spoons have to be chosen carefully. Living with fibromyalgia means constant fatigue. Did I actually say that? Chosen carefully! If only it were that easy! It isn’t always possible to plan the day around me and what I need and, yes, I forget about the spoons and I plod on, even though I know there’ll be a price to pay……and there will. However, despite being so completely exhausted, and stiff, and feeling out of it, I can experience moments of joy that make me smile and will keep me smiling on the days when I need one. And there are many days when I need one! Hence the heading. I do love to hear the birds and it always makes me think of the quote by Maya Angelou ‘why does the caged bird sing……because it has a song’. It . doesn't sing because it's happy, it sings because it can ...