I got up to 34 degrees that quickly rose to 63, sunny, and gorgeous. When it got warm enough, which came after listening to Dr. Noah and doing some basic yoga stretches with breathing, out I went to take off sheets and boxes, to release all tender and captured plants to the soft day. Yesterday was a good day. Sticking to my newly amended diet, but allowing enough of things like salt (lower sodium choices, tiny amounts or no added salt) and sweet (in dates and fruits) has become less burdensome. It helps so much that David is in on the fun, and as always, he helps with most of the preparation and cooking, too. Speaking of diets, why is it that although I am the one on one, and I am the one exercising, walking, meditating, etc., my husband is the one losing weight??? It just isn't right. A woman diets and her husband loses weight. It sounds like an old Yiddish saying or something. Oy. My breathing has been feeling that restricted way, even though my blood is fully oxygenated. It started last evening after a 15 minute hot tub and subsequent warm shower. But I was so cold and I ached, I regret nothing. Anyway, I had been about to go into my studio to write, but it was too brilliant and amazing outside. I set my alarm for 25 minutes and started to walk. Bootcamp is supposed to take 6 weeks to reach 30 minutes of walking, but I am blessed enough to be able to take that portion of the program more quickly. The woods called to me, and they didn't disappoint. As I walked I appreciated the soft carpet of pine needles and earth under my feet. I tend to look down, as the ground is fraught with giant pinecones and trippy-uppy branches - it is an actively living entity, and it is messy. I do NOT need a broken hip to add to my list of fun. There, shining in a patch of sunlight was a white feather. "That is portentous, if I remember right", I said to myself, intending to look it up when I got back. I picked it up and felt its softness. Then I stuck it behind my ear as I moved on through the woods, up the big hill. Because I look down as I walk, my deaf ears are tilted just right to hear my next encountered miracle. Even though it's been freezing, which puts into hibernation or kills many insects, I could hear buzzing. LOUD buzzing, like thousands buzzing. Bees of course. I looked up into the tree I was passing, and they were everywhere, happily drinking nectar or gathering pollen. It was like finding a burning bush. I followed a deer trail down into the lower meadow and checked on the ancient, gnarled plum trees to see if there were any buds. Not yet. There were little terrestrial orchids, standing like sweet, tiny soldiers. On the way back up the hill (I went the way I came), I found an amazing old piece of a tree. It was white and twisted, and had just the right angle to put into a garden where I'll plant something in its crook. I rescued it from its nest of tangled grasses and carried it part way back up the hill, until my heaving chest felt like it would explode. I put it by until next time when I'll carry it a bit further. At the hill's crest, in the little meadow by some downed trees, there were treasures of small red pavers, and big old concrete-step pavers we can use on our hill. There were also some strange Lincoln log type of concrete building blocks that previous owners of this property had left for me to find. One day I'll have someone gather them all up and put them together. So you see? It was a wonderful walk and I couldn't wait to tell you.
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