roses are red

this weekend nothing seemed to be coming up roses. i struggled with a headache, sore throat and an ear infection. and these were nothing compared to the pathetic case of self-pity i had come down with.

i tried writing at different times but my mind seems to be more accommodating when i am in my up-beat mode. when i start to write i usually am not sure in what direction i will go but my thoughts just seem to flow and the words come easy. not so the last couple of days. as i would try to write my thoughts would drift, actually leap, back to where i was trying to escape from, causing me to pack it in and try to compose again at a later time.

i knew all this would pass but that still doesn't create an immediate cure. i took walks to my favorite places, my power points, to meditate and try and make sense of it all.

i spent time with my friends but i wasn't really there.

it rained all day Saturday and i couldn't get in my garden, my usual cure-all.

this morning still isn't great but i am determined. i will fumble in the dark for the switch and hope to see my light again. i look forward to again viewing the world through rose-colored glasses.