Cloudy Sunday

That must be an oxymoron - cloudy sun-day. Still, this is Sunday and it's cloudy and rather dreary. Unfortunately, that matches my mood. I am feeling tired today and worried about my health. I'm not keeping to the "live in the now" philosophy I have attempted to adopt. I am looking to the future, not believing I can really heal myself. Worried that other things are wrong with me. Why am I doing that? Don't I have enough problems?

Well, writing that seemed to help. At this very moment in time, I don't have any problems at all. I am not being bothered by illness, finances, sadness or worry for another, loneliness. Sitting here, writing in my little blog, I'm perfectly safe, sound, whole, and well. Worrying doesn't solve problems. Action does.

Words on a page battling with other thoughts in my head, that aches slightly, by the way, due to the impending rain. I have had good days of late. Especially Friday when my niece accompanied me to Qigong class. Afterwards, we met my nephew, his lady, and their baby, for lunch. My niece came back to my house with me and we sat and talked for quite a while. I greatly enjoyed her company.

Yesterday, I worked on healing myself with music and sound, watched a good movie about the poet, Keats, and would classify it as a good day. Yet this morning I am worried about my health. The word "patience" has come to me. That is how I intend to spend today. With patience and faith.