The Days

Yesterday I practiced yoga, had lunch with a friend, found out someone died, cleaned my house, met with my son’s boss regarding my insurance coverage, conversed through texts with my brothers, and watched Big Brother. Our text conversation covered frying spaghetti in a pan (which reminded one of my brothers of our dad), who my father was hanging with in heaven, and the inaccuracies of our phone’s auto correct systems.

Today Walter, the handyman, is fixing my den ceiling (among other things), which has needed repairing ever since Super-storm Sandy took away our electricity for 11 days and my refrigerator leaked. It is a slow moving, gray day. The weather is cooler and rain is in the air. Two of my kids remain asleep in their bedrooms as I drink a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. I am still, and feeling a bit melancholy today. 

Life is unabashedly dynamic and with this knowledge comes the understanding that nothing stays the same. Not the good, nor the bad. And so, I go through the activities of my day as present and open to its subtleties and nuances as I am able .

About wendykarasin

I am complicated and seeking - joy and sorrow, country and city, competition and cooperation. After behavior of a gregarious nature, I require down time to refuel. My loves are children, family, friends, reading, writing, blogging, fitness, and health. I feel most alive when I stay true to my core values. Beauty makes me happy, pain helps me grow.
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2 Responses to The Days

  1. Love my morning coffee with thoughts from Wendy

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