life goes on around here. the garden is fully planted. the crew ascends coyote hill every early evening to walk the rows and saunter the surrounding grounds and forests. pull a few weeds, give a ration of water, speak blessings to it all. there’s always a litre of lemon water for quenching thirst. and a chair for resting this old bag o’ bones when my body speaks to my soul time for a rest.
recently my cells, my bones, every fiber of my being was under attack, my immune system horribly compromised. therein came instructions from medical staff, my stubbornly defiant will fighting back and screaming out i cannot give up my honey!! yes….yes….you must. no more honey. no more wheat. no fruit for several months’ time. this is a lesson that is striking home very hard, the hardest part being the realization it’s not just a quick fix, it’s a life sentence. but, yet, one i gladly accept, because i plan to live forever. or, at least, a dang long time longer.
the good thing about being pencilfox is that i am driven to do the next right thing. i’m not given to play ’til the work is done. this i can apply to the directives recently handed to me. i can do it. i can do it.
it‘s a good life……….