Sometimes even the best laid plans have a way of slipping into a new design without even alerting you to the change...
We are home again, after the most breathtaking drive through the central valley:
Anthony even took me the scenic way so I could take pictures and smile
playing with exposure times and light,
thinking about how good the thought of home felt.
I was due to take a class on Sunday, have a wonderful dinner with friends on Saturday night:
our tax prep went smoothly, every moment with my loved ones was a joy...
my back had other plans.
My neck kinked again: the injuries are settling in more lately, pain is a constant.
Driving five hours is too much:
I hate admitting these things - I so want to be well.
I want to be jet-setting, seat-of-the-pants-flying ME again.
I feel like I dipped my toes in the feeling of rest and patience, when really I am being asked to immerse myself.
And so I rest and recoup at home from this setback.
Los Angeles was charming and stressful - too much city for my taste these days, but my friends were a miracle...
I just feel a bit defeated is all.
It's a complicated cocktail.