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While I slowly get my feet beneath me, the clear take away from the prolonged visit by this uninvited guest, otherwise known at strep-B, has been to begin again to savor the moments. Breath in life.
Much of my focus and attention preceeding my illness was rushed, frantic, always feeling behind the eight ball, even though those attitudes were self imposed. Life looses its flavor when lived in that posture.
Instead of allowing the beauty of any given moment to feed my inner sense of well being, I began to depend on accomplishments and accolades to find my sense of self worth. Big mistake. It’s not an appetite that can find satisfaction.
So dwelling in the moment. Being with others. Listening. Looking. Living. (…just a note: I’ll continue to play hard.)


...back to the garden
The Proof is in the Pudding