Just Be....

  Sometimes just being can be healing.  I did that today.  I just was.  I was me. I was not perfect.  I did not try to be.  I slouched in old clothes.  I ate blueberry muffins one after the other.  I played.  I was not energetic.  I was not worried what anyone thought.  I just was. It felt great.  The old dog and I watched the sunrise, took more hikes than we should have, played with a stick just because it was there and sat in the sunshine until we were toasty warm. We did not worry about set times for anything.  I indulged in giving him treats simply because it made me happy to see him happy.  I just was.  It felt great.

  Yep, the flu still has the Little Bayou House in its clutches and does not seem ready to relinquish that grip any time soon.  While I feel well enough to escape the confines of the place, the menfolk do little more than sleep, take medicines and drink the water that I keep pushing at them.  I am not sure how I have managed to pull myself together after two days of misery to the point of caring for the others except that maybe that sense of duty kicked in gear.  Another doctor's visit found Mark with four more prescriptions and orders of days more bed rest.  

  Still, that lack of stressing and just being has done me the world of good. I would be bored out of my head if I had to be restricted to one room.  I cannot breathe like that.  Let me roam the swamp and shoreline.  Let me just be...that is healing. The rest will fall into place eventually and things will get back to normal....hopefully.