Has anyone had this yucky chest bug? I rarely get sick so, instead of doing anything to take care of either it or myself, I just ignored it, took some ibuprofen and kept on going, convinced that this once confused Bug would soon realize that it didn’t want to live in my green smoothie superfood body and voila! be gone.
Alas, Bug does not discriminate according to food choices. So, after pushing myself for 4 days or so, I collapsed on my sofa with hot tea, a large carton of coconut water, 2 episodes of Mildred Pierce, one “I am Love” with Tilton Swinton, a bar of very dark chocolate and my knitting. Around midnight of night two – deliciously alone and hacking – I decided to clean out my book shelves.
It was revealing. Besides the three bags that are on their way to Powells Books, I noticed a pattern. My favorite and most common subects, and therefore pastimes, are gardening, creating sacred space, poetry and spirituality. But then, not a surprise, right? I even have a website called Touchstones of the Sacred, right?