Since I've been feeling pretty punk this month (fibromyalgia rearing its ugly head since Easter), I've been trying to get enough exercise, but sometimes I'm so spaced out I can't drive to the gym. Of course, I walk my dogs every day, but I also need upper body exercise, which I swear is the best thing for this idiotic condition. I used to do a lot of gardening, but have been procrastinating this year. My mum's garden is overshadowed now by big hemlocks and pines that were two feet high when I was a baby. Makes me feel my age. But on Thursday, when I went to support the arts and purchase the local high school literary magazine from a friend who's daughter has a poem in, my kind friend also gave me clumps of rose campion, anise, a pepper plant, and three beefsteak tomato seedlings. I got real value for my $10! So, I had to get the garden going, dig a bed in a sunny spot. Which I did last night, in the midst of wild weather, high winds, an impending freeze. I got my upper body work-out, and that lovely satisfaction that comes from forgetting where and who I am while digging out weeds and stirring earth.
So, this week, find your equivalent. Do some digging, or running, or other outdoor exercise that frees your mind and engages you with the earth in some way. Then write it/draw it.
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