Breathing deeply into the Hara, every day I’m actively engaged in the process of staying alive. Every meal is a thanksgiving, each insulin injection (as many as 6 a day) a prayer

Living in the Magnificent Now is microdosing eternity

Cupid’s kettledrums

And this day will never come again but I would want nothing left unsaid.
I sure do love you!

Love is deepening my relationship with my wife’s cat. He’s not just another dusty old house cat; Fat Sam is a lot more deliberate than we often give him credit for and can actually be quite responsive and empathetic. Who knew?

Watering and nurturing the tender seedlings I have planted all around me. They are rooted in the soil that I have been building and developing for them and their helpers throughout the cold, dark months. As above, so below

Maybe joy is not out of reach. Maybe I’m out of touch

I once had access to just such a “billboard” and I posted the web address to this very forum with the message, “Share the gratitude in your attitude”

Asleep and dreaming, usually. Life is always difficult, forever complicated (it would be a drag otherwise). Do I really have this much free time, or am I just forgetting something profoundly important? Somewhere in this constant sh!tstorm of chronic illness that is front and center to the relentless ambiance of minor frustrations is the quiet realization of what a truly fortunate man I am.

I like to incorporate playfulness during periods of workityness to cut the boringness, and everything’s an adventure

Skill and persistence today, Julian

Fat Sam and I aren’t yet on hugging terms but he will tolerate me to gently flip him on his back and cradle him “like a behbeh”

That pretty well describes my evening of the moon ( I don’t believe it lead to my enlightenment, though)

Thanks for sharing your mother’s good news, Blossom. A senior customer of mine, upon learning that I am in my fifties, said to me, “oh, but your life is only just beginning!” That seriously made my day and I think of her often when I’m feeling five and some decades.

I appreciate your being candid, LX. Gratitude is sometimes indirect, healing is messy

I work part time for a busy garden center, unloading trucks and tabling perennial plants, Antoinette

Sorry, Even though it’s not paid (in petro-dollars), there’s no fixed schedule, but it’s not free time. It’s. . . workity. I have an entire vocabulary of cooperative nouns, verbs, and adverbs ready to take the wheel for each other in order to drive a complete thought to the end of sentence, sense be damned!

I was manufactured in Germany with American parts. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me