thursday
Morning meditations - Saint Francis.
Wednesday Women's Writers (WWW) today even though it's Thursday.
Not much to write about. Didn't sleep well last night. Couldn't fall asleep - the wrist and hand hurt too much. Numb and aching. I'm discouraged a lot of the time. I don't want to focus on it but it's there. Very tired. I feel like I should be all excited about spring and new growth and life starting over again. And I am. Dave and I took a walk down back yesterday and it was so nice to see a return of the flowers of spring. Little signs that life goes on and we are back at this turn of the wheel again. We made it. They made it. But there is a cloud hanging over it all. I can't seem to reconcile all the death there is to all the life there is. Life is too precarious. I guess that's why they call it the miracle of life. It is practically a miracle that we are alive at all. I "should" be thankful to be alive and grateful for my good life. I am. But why am I so lucky? Why aren't we all so lucky? The unfairness.
Anyway.
So what?