A Slow Day

So, it's Sunday morning. Yesterday was a slow one. Today will be another slow one. I'll skip church and do my spiritual work here. I think the mole removal has shifted my body resources toward healing that spot and leaves the rest of me tired. Drained of energy may describe the feeling more accurately. Truly it is marvelous watching the body take care of itself - in spite of what I may think or wish or hope for, it does its own thing expertly! The trick is to enjoy the process. So, I'm cooking my steel cut oats - takes about 30 minutes - and getting set for a lazy, laid-back day again. What is wonderful about this type of day is that contemplation is easy, natural. Going inward is easier. There are fewer distractions from just being. ------- I am trying a new spot for writing - at my table where I can watch for birds at the feeders. And, lo and behold they are returning! One is on the bluebird box and another at the sunflower seed feeder. Just two days ago I refilled the feeders after being gone for over a month. I'll be surprised if I don't see many birds within the next couple of days. Now I'll have to get out my bird books and relearn who they are - Oh, a red cardinal just showed up - don't have to look that one up! It's the tiny ones I have trouble with. The less colorful ones. What a joy to have my bird friends join me. You know they are ideal pets! No vet bills - no messes to clean up - take care of themselves when I'm gone - just ideal pets for a woman like me who travels as much as possible! One day I'll get another dog - but not yet. Too confining - and I'm enjoying my freedom! In so many ways.