the pleasure is mine
This morning I woke up. Always a good thing. I lay there for a little while. Ming was already up. I needed to take a shower and get dressed--we planned to pick apriums at the orchard at 7 with friends, so we needed to leave home by 6:30.
I put my bare feet on the floor, which is wood. I stood there. I walked to the door to go to the bathroom.
For some reason, walking felt like a beautiful pleasure. The sensation of my feet on the floor, the contact, movement. I felt a deep gratefulness that I can walk. But mostly it was a physical pleasure, like my feet were holy and sacred, glowing with some pleasure-light. Just standing, just walking.
Maybe everything was a nice temperature, and I wasn't feeling pain. Not sure why this morning felt so different.
It reminds me of how I felt when I could eat again, at the hospital. I didn't have food for four days, and then I could eat. It was amazing.
Picking apriums and apricots with friends was great fun, and some secret green pluots we happened upon were a miracle. We did that a previous year also, stumbled upon the amazing, sweet green pluots that weren't advertised or mentioned anywhere. Wow, what luck.
Doing free yoga on Tuesday, I was looking at my feet, at one point, and I loved them so much, I could cry. They're calloused and dry. The nails are getting too long. Bit battered by life. My 42 year old feet have been through a lot. But they're still going. My heros. Thanks, feet.
Well, I got some good news today. Someone at a courthouse told me I could send a letter and supporting documents to try to clear something off my record that was put there mistakenly. Before, I'd been told I had to show up.
So I wrote the letter, and Ming photocopied all the documents. I packaged everything up, and Ming sent the large envelope in the mail. Wish me luck for more good newses.
I put my bare feet on the floor, which is wood. I stood there. I walked to the door to go to the bathroom.
For some reason, walking felt like a beautiful pleasure. The sensation of my feet on the floor, the contact, movement. I felt a deep gratefulness that I can walk. But mostly it was a physical pleasure, like my feet were holy and sacred, glowing with some pleasure-light. Just standing, just walking.
Maybe everything was a nice temperature, and I wasn't feeling pain. Not sure why this morning felt so different.
It reminds me of how I felt when I could eat again, at the hospital. I didn't have food for four days, and then I could eat. It was amazing.
Picking apriums and apricots with friends was great fun, and some secret green pluots we happened upon were a miracle. We did that a previous year also, stumbled upon the amazing, sweet green pluots that weren't advertised or mentioned anywhere. Wow, what luck.
Doing free yoga on Tuesday, I was looking at my feet, at one point, and I loved them so much, I could cry. They're calloused and dry. The nails are getting too long. Bit battered by life. My 42 year old feet have been through a lot. But they're still going. My heros. Thanks, feet.
Well, I got some good news today. Someone at a courthouse told me I could send a letter and supporting documents to try to clear something off my record that was put there mistakenly. Before, I'd been told I had to show up.
So I wrote the letter, and Ming photocopied all the documents. I packaged everything up, and Ming sent the large envelope in the mail. Wish me luck for more good newses.
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