Easter didn't quite go to plan. Saturday I pushed. As a result, Easter Sunday was spent trying to differentiate between passing out and sleeping. I slept though most of our family phone call to our eldest who was having his first Easter away from home. I was at least there on the couch slurring some words in the general direction of the phone. And today I woke up with tired on top of my tired. And my stomach in rebellion. Oh and did I mention a bladder that has shrunk to the size of an M&M? Drink. Pee. Drink. Pee. Drink.... Dysautonomia, the gift that keeps on giving.
The weather has been grey and my mood matched. But today there was sun. So I dragged my protesting body outside to take in it's warmth and cleanse my spirit.
The garden has always been my bliss. But since the move that has taken a dive. The move from temperate rainforest to sterile suburbia has been a hard change to wrap my head around.
This was my world before our move.
Now it is this.
And serenity is hard to find.
But today I was determined to find a small piece of bliss.
I decided to look up....
....and found my back neighbour's flowering gums.
And the gums reached out. Filled with squawking honey-eaters and bright red blooms.
And I watched the clouds.
I had company in the sun.
And snuggles when it became too warm.
There were Great Dane footrests when my head started to spin.
And company whilst I searched for new books to read.
Now as the sun goes down I am just as exhausted, but happy. Sometimes you are stuck in soulless suburbia and sometimes....
....it is where you set your gaze that matters.
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