Luckily for me, the weather was grey and drizzly, and I had the perfect excuse to curl up in a fetal position and stay in bed. Luxuriously I slept, for four hours the first day. When I had awake energy, I watched the Hallmark channel (a guilty pleasure). And fell back to sleep, but with a smile on my face.
Once the headache went away and my stomach settled into a passive, if not yet "better", state, I had more energy and time loomed large. Amazing, isn't it? How much time and energy we devote each day to eating and the preparation for such - shopping, planning, cutting, cooking and serving - to say nothing of the clean up afterward. It's really noticeable when you're off the feedbag.
Instead of falling into my usual Type-A behavior, I made a conscious decision not to succumb to the siren song of my to-do list, but to stick with the "snow day" mentality. I collected a stack of drawing pads, art journals, my travel artist's took kit, and a cup of tea, wrapped myself in the Snuggy my mom gave me years ago for just such an occasion, and spent some delicious down time in a recliner with the shades drawn. A gal cave, if ever there was one. Here's a sample of the results.
|Inspired by "The Great Bell Chant" intoned by Thich Nath Hanh|