It seems that I may have shared my happy peace-pipe with someone I should not have over the weekend and caught myself a nice case of what my mother always called, “The creeping crud”. I’m not deathly ill but I know if I don’t rest, I could end up that way. I know that I’m behind on replying to several comments and emails that have accumulated over the weekend and promise I will get to them as I can…for right now I just go with the flow of short energy bursts doing what I can while it lasts and then falling back over into bed into oblivion when the energy fades.
Before I head back into oblivion for the night, here’s a bit of Tomas Walker’s flute meditation to help wash away whatever muck floated at you today…
~ Peace ~
Rest and get better, we need you healthy. We will be here when you get back
Feel better !!
Oh dear!
I do hope you’re on the mend soon and feeling much better…thinking of you 
Thanks so much. I am seriously thinking that there is something in this house we moved into that is the root of the problem…I’ve fought this *crud* on and off since November and that is really odd for me. The back yard is 6 inches of sand, literally…the heater is old and dries out the air something fierce, wind blows at hurricane force several times a week and in a nearly 100 yr old place who knows if there is mold or whatnot under the wood floors. Whatever it is, I am SICK of it making me sick! AGH!!! :-/
Haven’t heard that in a long, long time. Creeping crud is a saying from my long ago youth.
God bless and get well soon.
I don’t know what made me remember it, but it’s what my mom always said we had when we had something unidentifiable…more than a common cold but not exactly the flu? I’ve gotten a little better but it’s settled into my chest and left me with a cough that brings me to my knees several times a day. :-/ I just want summer to be here already…a good dose of mountain air would do wonders more than any medicine, I think!