I am still sick!
I am going to get a chair massage today, to add to my self-care plans.
Since my brain is so fuzzy with being congested, I will merely share with you what I am meditating on today:
"You do not do the work of changing," says poet David Whyte. "You feed and nourish your longing in whatever way you can and then the longing does the work."
What are you doing to feed and nourish your longing? If your longing is for the departed one in your life, what can you do to feed and nourish that space?