I am grateful for the healing process. For surrendering. For taking action and gargling and steaming and resting. And gargling and steaming and resting. And gargling and steaming and resting again.
For the return of my voice. It’s at about 80% of timbre now. Which is much better than just air. And for the willingness to get up at 1am, after one hour of dry persistent coughing, to steam and gargle again. Allowed me to get to sleep.
For reaching out and asking for prayers yesterday. And for getting them.
For visioning health when I would begin to worry or feel sorry for myself. For insisting on thinking positive. For laying hands on my chest and breathing healthy energy into my lungs. For willingness to do this over and over.
For amusing myself with online scrabble (up to 35 simultaneous games) and knitting in my quiet solitude.
For the beginning of my conscious investment group. One person showed up and we are on it.
For getting out in the sunshine by the bay for a few minutes yesterday. Too cold to walk, but lovely to see the water, the Golden Gate and feel hear smell the ocean.
For Rose’s lovingkindness to me on the phone.
For dad’s joy when I called to congratulate him on the Giants’ win.
For miso soup. Fresh veggies. Avocados. Tea tea tea and tea.
For knowing that all is already well. And so it is.