The fog blew in during the night. A wrap that says rest in one spot, no need to move, and yet, I want coffee and breakfast and a clean tablecloth. I light a candle and warm in the flame, even as movement is slow, enclosed in this new day.
I’m dealing with aches and pains, unusual for me, and yet, I have exciting plans. Yesterday I ordered redwood bark that will be delivered today. I plan to spread bark over the area I’ve been weeding to give the soil a rest.
Maybe I want that for myself: resting the soil beneath the breath as I move gently into a new day.