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.


About Henrietta Handy

I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. I am an aspiring writer with a wonderful husband who puts up with this writing and reading addiction I have. He also puts up with all of the yarn and knitting. I have four canine children and a ton of friends I love dearly. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at the age of 2 1/2 and have still managed to have a good life despite all the pain. So, I invite you to join me in this journey and just possibly have fun along the way.
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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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