I am grateful for yesterday’s….
- Long walk in the sunshine with G
- Huge lunch out
- Peace, quiet, rest, revitalisation
- Movements class
- Not drinking at all 🙂
I was thinking yesterday about how, in our human society, when we are ‘reduced’ by poverty, challenges, circumstances, the effects of trauma… our voice becomes very small. When we finally get the strength to ask for what we want, although our request is by now urgent, in its meekness, it is drowned out by the chipper person next door blaring out their needs.
Compare the quiet voice of the homeless person on the street asking for change; and the multi-channel claxon hoot of the person wanting the council to mend the pothole which scuffed their car’s bumper.
In light of the UN report on UK poverty, which has been summarily dismissed by the government, I think it’s time we got better at hearing the voices of the meek.
Blessed are the meek…
Darn right.
My need at the moment is to build up physical strength. At this stage of life, at the end of each day, we are either fitter than we were, or less fit. There is no stasis. Got to keep moving. So help me…
Today I am fitter than before
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MEDITATION? NO |
EXERCISE? NO! I couldn’t get out…! :/// |
DIET – BRAIN-MAKER DIET? NEARLYDRY today? NO MORNING: Sausages&kale EVENING: Cottage pie and broccoli, G&T |
SLEEP – IN BED WITH MY BOOKS BY 10pm? NOScreens off:    11  Lights out: 11.10 Wake up the next day:     7am     Total sleep: 8h! 🙂 |