Some days I cannot hold happiness
It doesn’t visit
In the yellow dress
Rather it drifts past the peripheral
A ghost of someone I once knew
Some days I’m not sure what I am doing
Or whether it matters anymore
And as I cobble together positive thoughts
They keep dropping
Through finger tips that sigh
There is nothing wrong
So I know these days
Have met them before
They do not push me under
Instead I see them for what they are
To be borne
They pass along
*By the time you are reading this, that was yesterday. Still is, although now it is evening and this is an update. This virus thing has ups and downs.
The art of Feng Shui encourages us to move “27 things” when feeling stuck or lethargic.
I find housework the best for overcoming the stuck, gloomy feeling and I guess in the course of spritzing all my plants and trimming dead leaves, dusting and mopping, ironing and tidying up – I would certainly move more than 27 things – it works.
Peace and smile restored after a day of glum. Hope everyone is remaining well.