Thirty-one walks, thirty-one posts.
It was getting too warm at night to wear flannel nightshirts. I was tired of them, anyway, having worn nothing but the recent Lands' End purchases since Monday afternoon. It was time to put on real clothes.
Thank goodness for my Lularoe-wearing era. A pair of high-waisted leggings skimmed over the steri-strips on my belly; an oversized sweatshirt completed the outfit.
I put my freshly washed hair in a ponytail, swiped on some concealer, blush, and mascara to look a little more alive for our monthly SoulCollage session via Zoom. Not that the group would have cared if I showed up a hot mess; we have a more come-as-you-are kind of vibe.
Several hours later, I had two cards in my hand. As I pondered their messages for me, one point seemed clear--nature heals. I needed to get some fresh air and sunshine, pronto.
My husband came home from running errands as I was putting on my shoes. "You're just in time," I said. "Do you want to go for a walk with me?".
To be continued...
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| SoulCollage Card by Chris Margocs, March 2026 |
I love Soul Collage and lucky you to have something like that to look forward to and engage in. (ameliasb - wakeupandwrite)
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to see someone else who's familiar with SoulCollage! We get to meet monthly via Zoom--one of the good things to come out of our Covid era.
DeleteYour post sent me down a rabbit hole to investigate soul collage. I've never heard of this practice and now I'm very curious. Seems like your recovery is going well if you're getting out for walks. Thank you for tickling my curiosity.
ReplyDeleteSherri, I hope you are able to find a facilitator nearby (or online) to give it a try. As a teacher librarian, I am all about words; SoulCollage gets me to think in pictures instead, at least for a little while each month.
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