Daily Practice Magic

There’s a whole lotta magic available to me, I’m just starting to see.  For reals.   Thing is, it’s not wave a wand and poof type magic, it’s more plod plod plod plod plod plod plod and, “Wow I’m not what I was before” magic.   

Not the same thoughts, not the same feelings, not the same reactions.  And not the same playmates, playgrounds, and playthings.  Different ones.  Ones that are enjoyable for me now, as I am, not as I was or perhaps as I wanted to be, thought was better than just me-me, my is-ness, today.

Confessions:  Today I need to go to bed so early that evening plans that end past eight are not pleasurable for me.  Today I have a healing foot so hiking, walking, going to the gym are not things I can do.  I can do breakfast dates, lunch dates, and coffee dates.  

I can do keeping someone company while they tidy up their house dates.  I can have someone over for a nibble and chat.  I can ask someone to help me with something.  I can help them with something.  Mike and I can cook for folks or go out with folks, early.  We can host kid-oriented play dates or meet ups at playgrounds, parks, the beach, the science museum. 

I can sit quietly on my newish white sectional with Cleo the cat in my lap and look out the window at the bird show.  I can read all my little daily reflection type books and understand them.

I can appreciate all of that in my body and my bones. For reals.  I’m gonna keep going.

www.livingeveryminuteofit.com

Thank you.