I had mentioned earlier this week that I would have a few pieces ready for the shop at the end of the week: this is getting pushed back to Monday for good reason:
I've had a bit of a flare-up with my neck and back injuries
intersecting with that incredible mother of mine here for her visit:
she's the first person to tell me why I need to take it easy on myself,
when to take a break and how to be gentle.
I am listening.
I took her up to Petaluma yesterday and got her the promised mocha she's been waiting for since last August when Viva Cocolat was closed as we passed through the town center...
I recall a rending of garments, a gnashing of teeth and a few expletives when we found the chocolate paradise shuttered...
In our time up north we window shopped, bought wonderful consignment duds, teacups for northerly friends
We ate at Central Market before we braved the deluge on our return home....
Today it was restorative yoga, me soldering a touch while she read, and good food, a given when she's around... my mother IS Italian, after all.
I am off to make an apple and pear galette for dessert
and something one-pot, warm and nourishing for dinner while she naps.
You'll be happy to know that I am taking my time and being kind to my body in its season of challenge: this is a lesson I will be learning slowly and with as much grace as I can muster.... healing is not a linear thing.
I so want it to be an arrow on a graph, each day stronger than the last, each week a picture in progress; the reality is far more like a sawtooth mountain range at dusk.
there is enough time to go around, enough rest and relaxation to spare.