I hope I am not violating some ancient tradition by texting this close to Passover, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t text during Moses’s time. I apologize for being absent. The day before Easter, I fell down the stairs again which led to a series of mishaps. Nothing life-threatning, but too much time in hospitals and with Nurse Ratchetts. I am bouncing back, walking with a cane, and my mind is starting to spin.
I say spin because I have had several health hiccups recently. This time I have recovered with perhaps the answer to my perpetual question — what do I do now? This time, I am more and more convinced to simplify and enjoy. For over seventy-five years my life has been complex. I’ve juggled more demands and desires than I can handle. Why not limit my day to things that bring me happiness. Write a little, read a little, watch a good movie or ball game, take a slow walk, and quit trying to finish a bucket list, but empty it instead.
Just a thought this Passover week. Anyway, “chag Pesach kasher vesame’ach.”
Yes unfortunately things change as we age, and we can’t always do all the things that we would like to do.
I have always liked to read and now most of the day I spend reading, however, I notice that my eyes everynow and then are starting to be affected through an over active thyrroid , so maybe I won’t be able to read as much as I would like to.
Through my learnings from A course in Miracles, I don’t focus on the issue, don’t make it real. Do what is required but know that I am not who I think I am., I am more than a body.
Best wishes,
Joy Johnson
Australia
Thank you!