I have a wing injury which has been difficult but little else in terms of trouble. I’ll show a picture later.
Work is alright. Its hard but not in a way that hurts my spirit. I’m not keeping up with many of my wellness goals from when I was off work. But I’m doing some of it and making it okay.
Some things I just don’t want to talk about yet.
My head and heart are mostly in balance. There have been hard things, as always, but I am mostly untroubled. My energy level is not what I would like but right now that’s because of the tendinitis in my shoulder. Today I got a cortisone shot.
We had such a wet June that frogs and their children are very happy. Even into July we still have lots of water in marginal habitat areas like ditches and seasonal marshlands. So, that’s good.
Someone, a patient, at work dies a few weeks ago and that was tough and a bit frustrating.
Here are some pictures I’ve found or taken:
Comic-con pamphlet
Transamerica spin
better add music-
follow the money- I made this when GW was nominated, still current
That’s Annie, sleeping in the pot by the window.
01 Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young – Carry On
Boobie
look ma, no thumbs
all of the earth’s fresh water
1957-2012
Rumi- from here:
You are in love with me, I shall make you perplexed.
Do not build much, for I intend to have you in ruins. If you build two hundred houses in a manner that the bees do; I shall make you as homeless as a fly. If you are the mount Qaf in stability. I shall make you whirl like a millstone.
Now you’ve departed and gone to the Unseen-
On what strange ways you’ve gone from our world!
You shook your feathers and you broke the cage;
You flew away, far, to the soul’s own world.
You were a hawk, encaged by Mrs. World.
You heard the drum and flew to Where-no-place.
You were a nightingale among the owls-
The garden’s scent came; you went to the rose.
You suffered headache from these bitter dregs-
At last you went to the eternal tavern…
The rose flees from the autumn-daring rose
That you went on in the autumnal wind!
You fell like rain on the terrestrial roof,
Run here and there, escaping through the spout.
Be silent-there is no more pain of speaking:
You are protected by a loving friend!
moon soup 