I am truly fed up just gruelling along. The pain is relentless. I have lots of things to be thankful for but sometimes even with calm meditive reflection they just don't motivate the spirit. Me and the spirit is seriously flagging. So is man with a backpack full of Library books. However!!!
My fog filled brain has spotted a book called. Success with Fushias which I have added to his load.
After working our way through a list of errands and with every step wilting and disappearing into myself. (Not a good place).
I am collapsed with my coffee and a large piece of Carrot cake now planning to spend money on a little darling called Pink Gallore. It seems the Spirit is not quite ready to fall flat on her face quite yet. She has quietly been working on our behalf. For for as I am penning this. Good friend J rings out of the blue and invites me to a demonstration on Flower arranging.
The Sprit has opened one eye and while she is lacking in sparkle and is not up to rock and roll, she has infused me with breath of fresh air.
True I need more of a gigantic gasp. But still.
Or is that the Caffiene?