It's been very windy these last days, with clouds moving quickly across the sky in purposeful looking groups. I however, have been very still, and not moving much at all at times, watching them with seemingly no purpose at all.
I know a funk when I'm in one. So the best I can do is not fight it too hard. I've recommended countering these sorts of times by the same measures one uses to treat the flu, which work better without deadlines and bills and offspring.
Tried and true are several measures---in which Poppets play and I make toys and toy-like things.
In which I become quiet and I replant things that were neglected all winter. In which I take walks, fast ones, as the sun is setting.
I snagged a grapefruit from a tree in the neighborhood. Sometimes we all need a bit of strange fruit.
It's just smaller than a soccer ball, and looks sort of like a brain but more like a butt, but I won't complain. It might be full of wonder inside.
That's mostly it, except for mundane things and going to the park for a bit with Aubrey and Orion.
There are worlds in my head, true, but the doors are shut today. I shut them, likely, because I'm not fit to go in on days like this.
That's okay too. I'll go to sleep without any specific expectations for tomorrow. It's better to wait and see what happens. If I feel tomorrow as I do today, I'll take a different route, steal a grapefruit from another's tree.
Eventually, the doors will click open gradually, revealing subtle shifts in light. Or they'll fly open suddenly, blown by gusts of new energy.
Either way, the happiness of pursuit generally returns.
You know it, as I do. Just as we think we'll never feel better again, we do. Years of experience and miles of watching tell me this is true, for me as well as you.
g'night to you