Do you feel it?

The hardest thing for me to do is maintain my place. The necessity of healing so I can be in better shape the following days.

As much as I itched to paint or work with gemstones I had to say no. For the burst of energy is a short one and damaging downfall following.

I have come to learn what is right and what is good. Yes there is a difference. And with all I have learned there is still more to explore.

Yet telling myself to do absolutely nothing but rest, well that is likened to telling a cheetah to slow down on chasing. It's a hard feat but it is attainable. 

Slowly I am able to recoup. Heal the bruises on my arms, shoulders, arches of my feet and on my ribs. Every piece is a slow process but I hope that by tomorrow I can be me.

Not super woman nor every other woman, just me. A sloth on some parts and a cheetah on others. Indeed I can place my hope inside the truth.

So now I just continue lounging in purple capris, blue floral top and gray cardigan. Enjoying watching movies about sensory experiences of perfumes and wine.  Indeed my passion alongside of nature and painting.

Joy is here. Feel it?