Still haven't made it back to the gym after my friend had shoulder surgery even though she's back there regularly now. I'm sure someone else has had an injury I can stay home for. Ah, my mother has shingles. How can I go to the gym when she is suffering?
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you? God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me; so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What falls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
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You and me both Joy - bicycle ride coming up.
June in Oz
LOL
Oh I hear ya. It's become another topic I tell little fibs about now.
xoxoxo
That is too funny!
Still haven't made it back to the gym after my friend had shoulder surgery even though she's back there regularly now. I'm sure someone else has had an injury I can stay home for. Ah, my mother has shingles. How can I go to the gym when she is suffering?
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