Pieces

Stringing together fragments and pieces while looking for wholeness. Gratitude for Breathing fully Sleeping through the night for the first time in (2) months Mid Afternoon dozing to the hum of the mower outside, and a very vocal owl Sun streaming across my room through branches and landing on my face Reading beautiful words and sharing beautiful pain from "A Journal of Solitude" May Sarton. Filling my body with fresh natural food to nurture and counter the strong steroid and anti-biotic I am on, a different kind of breathing. Tell me about your fragments and pieces, I would love to hear about the pieces you grasp onto to sustain you.