Searching for spring all day, I never saw it,
straw sandals treading everywhere
among the clouds, along the banks.
Coming home, I laughed, catching
the plum blossom’s scent:
spring at each branch tip, already perfect.
~ unknown zen nun from the Song Dynasty (trans. by Sam Hammill and J.P. Seaton, The Poetry of Zen)
I spent most of yesterday asleep. A long nap in the morning. A long nap in the afternoon. I was afraid that might hamper my nighttime sleep. It did not. I slept like a rock. Solid, deep, and dreaming.
Morning yoga and meditation practice done early, at sunrise. I needed to move and stretch and breathe. My teacher has given me a new practice for spring. The new practice is easy enough — not at all physically taxing because she knew I was doing strength training with another teacher — and the practice hits all the right spots. Meditation is easy, too. I think I just fall asleep. Exhaustion is like a rock. Solid and deep, maybe dreaming.
I have some laundry going this morning. Hopefully I will get through just that one load today. It’s piling up, as it does after we travel and/or while I’m ill. A mountain of laundry, but not solid at all. Just deep.
I decided to use one of our at-home Covid test kits. I was not going to bother but the combination of all that sleep yesterday, the continued exhaustion today, and a slight fever ruled in favor of taking the test. The result was a lovely negative. One pink line across the top, as if birthing the possibility of good health.
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 1,991) Baby leaves on the trees. 1,992) Cherry and apple blossoms. 1,993) This beautiful, bright, sunny day. 1,994) Negative tests. 1,995) The Little Wookie’s birthday. Happy birthday, little guy. I know you’re not reading this now, but maybe someday you will.