What an amazing thing.  I cherish it.  And I’ve had lots lately.

On our 24-hour trip from Toubacouta, Senegal to Maarkedal, Belgium, I got maybe an hour.  And I was already dealing with an immense deficit of energy as a result of the intense heat.

That’s just the way it was.  The physical demise was there and I was determined not to add “Ain’t it awful?”  Except for the time I was lost in space, delirious.

I hit the Maarkedal pillow at 10:00 pm on Monday night.  I woke up at noon on Tuesday.  Late that afternoon I succumbed to slumber once again, for maybe two hours.

Tuesday night was ten hours of sleep, plus another two during the daytime Wednesday.  Last night … ten more hours.

What to make of this prolonged unconsciousness?  Not much, I’d say.  Just the basics: I’m 74, my body couldn’t handle the heat, I wasn’t able to sleep on the planes.

My recovery to energy will take as long as it does.  Already there’s more of me to give to life.

For the last year or so, I’ve sensed the events of my life (“positive” and “negative”) being embraced by something soft above – the feeling that all is well.  This knowing has mostly come easily, and pretty much immediately when brought to mind.

Not now.  The wellness is farther away and not effortlessly accessible.  Oh well.  I trust that the easy flow will return.

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It felt strange to not write for three days but it was necessary

I had little to give

But here I go again