Go with the flow...
Should be easy right?
But we all know its not. We all spend an inordinate amount of time worrying, feeling anxious for no immediately apparent reason. It can feel like a pervading fog.
My cure for this (and I am not winning any prices for originality here) is to get outside. This could be a walk to the shops, my morning run or (and this is where I am at) gardening.
I am not entirely sure when this happened to me, or why. I am a late convert to the garden. But I am fast becoming an evangelical one.
I wake up thinking about it, I find jobs to do in it everyday,
I wander about it after I have put the small folk to bed.
I watch over my lavender with a mother's eye. I am so proud and hopeful for its progress.
I could spend the whole day, from sun up to sun down and not even notice. I am fully in the flow, unaware of the passing hours. Its not until my tummy rumbles do I stop and stretch and think perhaps it would be a good idea to eat.
And when I cannot be planting roses, I am sewing them.