I’m still not well… my fourth day home from work.

The boy hasn’t had a great week and was home again today as well.

It’s been such a skewed two weeks, murred by illness and upsets.

So out of the ordinary, out of routine…

Isn’t it funny how out of sorts we can get when we are thrown from our usual methods of movement ~ off from our usual timetable?

I find things to be grateful about in our illness…

The opportunity to rest, listen to my body, walk softly and gently, live life at a slower pace ~ the body has its cycles of summer, autumn, winter also.

I need to keep these things front of mind.

This afternoon I was disgruntled by it.

The boy reminded me of the simple thing: that everything is fine, really.

And it is, isn’t it?