Shredding thyme and healing..

Body in pain as it tenses up in a kind of a struggle to ignore the feelings of what the hell am I doing.. undertaking two things which I never did before, but with anxiety that the results are going to be okay to those they matter most.

Days when you think you want to be chilling out and relaxing and not being anxious about tasks .. and then the struggle begins to not be overwhelmed and not be consumed over the what ifs and how ifs... and how things could go wrong and so on..

The bundle of fine leaf thyme   is always too much.. . Not all of it can be used in the cooking. So stripping it.. twig at a time. Nice fragrance.. probably healing. Hands moving over each twig... and the some of the leaves escaping from the place where they have to go to be stored for use. The thyme task is completed, with the potential of flavour and nice tasting food in the future. The nice smell is everywhere.

Mind is controlled again and body relaxes a bit. Control like.

 Day goes through and things seem to settle.

For the second time this season, the unavailability of taxis mean staying home but the alternative things turn out okay. 

The walk on the seawall was good, though sad thinking about the jogging of the past, but nice breeze and sea water splashing over.. Christmas Day tradition to go walk off the cake and so.

Smelling the thyme still in my head. Body still a bit tense in anticipation of the next time which might be never, but also not body not so tense because we came through another difficult time.


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