Yet. Still going.
Yesterday I needed fire. It wasn't cold really. But I felt cold. Inside. I do not get sick often. I am lucky that way. But in the last few days I was filled with chill. A kind of mysterious weakness. Ears aching. A fever that slowed me. Sickness for me is always a kind of sign. Stop. Change your direction. Look around. Even a low mood is a kind of illness for me. Mostly a signal that I have lost my way. I've been in a flurry. It was time to be still.
I became still, and travelled in my mind. My thoughts became like a theater. I let them play a few things out. While I rested. Every thought considered is a Small Journey.
Sage tea. Heat. Garlic soup. Lemon. Ginger. Sleep. Dreaming small journeys. Direction. Holding. Letting go. Weather. Life. Art. Death. All of it. I lit a new fire inside.
5:15am. Soul-o is ready for the day. So am I.