Struggling

This morning finds me very concerned. There are many issues with this aging body. Maybe the weeks of rain brought them all on at once. In this moment they feel overwhelming. Still, I am an optimistic person and hold onto hope that at least of one of the health issues will improve. I know some can't - they are what they are. So, I move into this day awkwardly pensively, accepting to some degree, yet having to remain hopeful, like Norman Blessing, the big, beautiful Percheron. And I move into this day also acknowleging the courage it takes for me, for every living thing to face each day and make of it what we can. I am acutely aware and so grateful for the inspiration I have received from the people I have walked life's last steps with. With everyone, we have recognized that this day is the only one we are sure of so I will make the most of it.