A Human Sort Of Peace

Today has been sort of a vacation day:  I haven’t done anything super important other thanPeaceful forestto talk to friends, hand feed Willie, play with the turtle, and roam the Internet randomly.  I haven’t written one word on any writing project nor has the television been on at any point, and I haven’t watched one single knitting podcast on YouTube.  There are a number of things I could’ve been doing, but there simply wasn’t any drive to do any of it.  And, to be totally honest, I’m not at all sorry or guilty I haven’t written any serious words on writing projects.  Why?  Because having human contact and conversation was refreshing, renewing.  Playing with the animals, caring for them, gave me peace.

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About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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2 Responses to A Human Sort Of Peace

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    (Of course, if a creeping sense of guilt does sneak in, just remind yourself that you were “gathering material.” Which you were, but that was the secondary purpose.)

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