A little reminder to help me get through each day.

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I find myself playing with them all day long. They are just about perfect for reminding me to be gentle with myself and others as I deal with chronic pain, disability, and life.

In a plug of shameless self promotion, I am selling them. You can see them on my Amazon Handmade page if you would like a set for yourself. The come with a simply black cord.

Three Simple Spoons for Three Simple Rules. Be kind. Be patient. Be forgiving. Especially with yourself.

A peaceful day, a gloomy sky, the sounds of construction grinding by.

I light my incense, I close my door, my autumn headache is here once more.

My favorite sweater I gently don, I’ve got my coffee and my thick socks on.

I want to walk, to paint, to play. Instead I’m forced to sit and stay.

The neighbors laugh, the world moves on. I watch it pass.

From dusk ’til dawn.

It clutches you with feathered down and brings you to distress. That sinking feeling, that bone deep tired, the sickly person’s daily stress.

Your waking charge is “put on clothes” or “shower if you dare”. A far cry from the triumphs that once left your lips and pierced the air.

In place of ladder climbing feats you fight side effects and lack of rest, shattered bodies and shattered dreams disturb all attempts at nightly rest.

You get up and the make the bed each day so if you can’t do more, “At least I made the bed” you’ll say, and quietly shut the sickroom door.

From the outside you look fine, though less sparkly than before. It’s hard to laugh, to smile, to work, to play, when you live behind the sickroom door.

So you rest your head on feathered down and close your eyes once more, to spend another day locked away behind that stupid sickroom door.

— M.Morehead