For me, the pleasure in life emerges in the tiny beautiful things that appear each day. This morning I woke with a headache and so lazily rested in bed with my tea and reading. That was glorious.  Took our two dogs for a walk with a friend on a cold but rare sunny day in Seattle.  That was glorious.  Shopped at a old bookstore in Seattle, Elliot bay bookstore. It is just wonderful. Spent the afternoon reading. Yes, also glorious. I picked up what seems to be a very interesting book, The Wandering Falcon by jamil Ahmed. I have only read the first few chapters and am fascinated by the book.  Jamil started writing later in life. He lives in Islamabad and was born and raised in India and Pakistan. The story presents the life and traditions of the people in that part of the world.

I am getting bored with being on vacation and look forward to getting back to work. I have had. I pay for the past week. They are nice houseguests, easy to have around and yet I still am focused on them and not doing any of my usual activities.not that I couldn't but more that I just don't.  Of course the activity that disappears is exercise and eating right.  Both of which make me feel good. This seems to be a common occurrence among my friends and on the blogs. Why dose stop doing the things that make us feel best when we need them most?

Reading Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed. Each letter takes me deep into my past where I consider the impact of certain incidents on my life's progress. She mentions Adrienne Rich's poem Splittings which through a circuitous route brought me to starting this blog. The last line of that poem is "I choose to love this time for once with intelligence".  That means to me that I can choose how I respond to situations rather than allowing my learned emotional reaction dictating that response.  Love does have a cerebral element that enriches the emotional.