To get up or lay still

       Simple joys of waking to a complete calm. The
darkened room not invaded by strips of light. Just
the slivers of grays and navy.

      Hmm. Perhaps the sights outside hold that of
rain or mist. Still the question of pulling myself out
of bed sits upon my mind.

     Ah but the answer is already crowding in. The
need to exercise is there. Still the ankles cry out,
begging for more rest. Uncertain as to what should
take priority.

    So I must pray over the simple things. Being
very specific in the details of my words, hoping the
questions that are heavy become relaxed.

    So dear friend are you like me? Contemplating
where to just lay in bed or are you already up and
moving?

    Desires tell me to just lay awake staring into the
darkness but my conscience says get up, get going.
So now there is the answer.

   Pushing. Moving slowly. I prepare myself for a
short walk and ten or fifteen minutes on a bike.
Hmm. Indeed what I needed.