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Posts Tagged With: healing

My FitBit is Flummoxed

Tuesday night, I felt it – a wave of fatigue, like a weighted blanket had been dropped on my head.

Rising early for Wednesday morning meetings, I felt like I hadn’t slept at all.  Later, walking in the bitingly cold wind downtown, I shivered pulling my scarf up over my ears. I never did get warm.

Driving back my throat felt hot and dry;  couldn’t drink enough water. Uh-oh.

It’s been 2+ years since I’ve been sick. No colds, flu, sinusitis, allergies, nothing.   It’s not for lack of stress or not being around sick people – I’ve had both in spades & fought the crud off many times.  But I know my signs.  Weds afternoon I came home early, crawled into bed and slept for 3 hours.  And didn’t feel better upon rising.

Thursday & Friday I used sick time, napping during the day, coughing through the night.

So, it’s no wonder my FitBit is confused ~ it’s used to me averaging 7.2 hours of sleep with the occasional weekend nap thrown in. It’s not used to this.  See the “warning” message below about the effects of an inconsistent bedtime.

The fever broke last night; chicken broth & scrambled eggs taste good, hot tea, ice water and throat lozenges soothe.  I’ve gone through 2 boxes of Puffs plus lotion, binge-watched shows I don’t remember, and feel sad that it hurts to read.

But hey, at least I got the flu shot!  🙂

How about you? Have you had a bout of the flu or managed to steer clear?   Please share your recovery tips with me ~ it may be a while before I respond b/c I’m probably napping!

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On falling and living

So I’ve spent most of this week readying to move into my new office on Monday.

New as in .. not really new, but it’s new to me.

New as in .. it comes with the new job I took 3 months ago but … it was occupied.

New as in .. out with the old, in with the new.

Even if I’m not technically new. Heh Heh.

So I packed, I tossed and I sorted this week. And during that time,  I thought a lot about the transition.

About how I didn’t want to just feel like I was taking someone else’s office.

How I wanted it to feel like it was mine.

So .. on my lunch break yesterday, I stopped into a local store that I love to visit. They have odds & sods and this and that but mostly? Mostly what I love about it are the people who run it  – they’re friendly and kind and the store always smells good. George, the cat, hangs out and sometimes allows a drive-by pet.  The holistic health resources and spiritual items they display never fail to inspire me and make me think.

I headed back to the office with two bottles of essential oils: Lavender and Lemon.  Sprinkling a few drops  each onto some potpourri I had handy, I placed two small bowls strategically in the vacant office that will be mine on Monday. The fragrance .. ever so soft .. was fresh and calming and lovely.

On a whim, a little framed sign caught my eye and, laughing to myself, I knew it had found a home on my desk.

falling down_getting UP

Why?

Because I am my own worst critic.  There isn’t anyone in my company who could ever be tougher on me than I am on myself.

This sign reminds me to try.  And to get back up again if I stumble. And maybe, just maybe, to ease up a little, too.

What saying inspired you recently?

Categories: Attitude, Faith, fear, Fun, Gratitude, Growth, Humor, Joy, Life, Life Lessons, Opinion, Personal, Quotes, Relationships, Thoughts, Uncategorized, Work | Tags: , , , , , , | 28 Comments

And a slow healing began

Something I love about traveling is meandering around in a new environment.  Going home to the family farm in Saskatchewan is no different. No, it’s not new, but it’s new to my soul in a way that says, “C’mere kid-in-the-city  … breathe this, relax a minute and for goodness sakes, touch home base already.”

Because I live in the Eastern Time zone, my bio-clock is hours ahead of the prairies which, by the way, don’t change their clocks for anyone.  There’s no particular reason that I know of, just didn’t see the need to I suppose.

But, because of that, I found myself up hours earlier than Mom. Fine with me; I’d start the coffee and quietly slip outside into that sweet morning air.

What a gentle and lovely way to wake.

Mom’s flowers

I’d walk around and listen for the songs of the songbirds, embrace the wind and the sounds of my shoes crunching on the gravel below. And then I’d stop and hear not a thing more.  Ahh.

Old & new and bright red, too!

I’d stop by the old barn and make a few new friends.

too scared… not coming closer

this one was braver than most.

2 – count ’em – 2 babies to feed

I’d meander on over to Dad’s workshop and stand for a moment, feeling like he could walk in humming a tune at any time now.

… right where he left things

I’d marvel at the original family homestead and wonder about how cold those Saskatchewan winters must have been in this house.

imagine wintering in this?

Later, after supper was done and I had Mom tucked into her favorite chair, sometimes, sometimes I’d slip out once more and find myself in the golden hour. (And yes, I thought of you, Dianna ),

.. we used to pretend-drive in this

and play “Cops & Indians” out here .. on horseback ..

and then, then I’d make my way back to the farmyard, winding East, and notice how a golden sun happened to bathe a golden horse.

.. heavenly

Quickly, the sky would change and a shiver would sneak up my arms.  I’d take one last peek West and say “so long” to the sun.

one of God’s many paintings

And the next day, I’d get up and do it all over again.

“Then I discovered the prairie, and a slow healing began.” – Stephen R. Jones, The Last Prairie

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