The dark times are here. All the excitement of the hoidays and solstice parties and elving are behind us and the short, oh so cold days are all but choking me. I got sick right after Christmas and didn’t find a chance to even contemplate a resolution or do a plunge which are two of my favorite traditions. Instead I spent my time in fetal position humming a feverish version of the violin tune I am learning. Not exactly pleasant I must admit. Six long days later I did wake up and move my rusty limbs downstairs. I drank cool sips of water without feeling ill within minutes. My gratitude for that has not worn off. I sucked on a wedge of grapefruit and my tastebuds have never experienced anything like it. I listened to music and swayed my hips in time. To be well. Oh, it is not something to take for granted and yet it really is so easy to do.
So instead of a craft a month, or run a marathon or whatever other crazy should I hoped to put on my list I have altered the path of my year entirely with one fell swoop of the stomach bug.
When the sun shows hisself I will find him. When the weather creeps above freezing I will know. When our bodies are situated around the table as a whole family of six, loud and boisterous as we may be, our bellies hungry and capable of receiving a simply cooked meal, I will pause and I will acknowledge this is all I need. My resolution is simple – gratitude. It’s truly all I have time for anyways, another gift I suppose.
Any good resolutions in your home? Or even better, any remedies for a very slowly circulating stomach virus?