Movement

There's no poetic way to say it.

Feeling moody and blue on a day when I should be cheery and sunny is very heavy.

So, despite the heavy mood,

my plans were put in motion.

Tonight, I feel somewhat recovered.

I’ve flown half way across the country, had supper with my good brother and my charming nieces ~

have plans for tomorrow for lunch with a very good friend - still a sister to me.

Recovery from anything does mean 

moving through unpredictable heavy, dark times ~

times that feel like thick sludge around one’s heart.

Movement forward with plans shakes the sludge off.

“I move, therefore I am.”

~ Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (a novel)