along the way..

So – how is the Habit Judo going I hear you ask?  Well I don’t hear you really but I am going to tellsya anyway because that’s just the kind of frigger I am..

It’s going good – suspiciously good.  Normally I am just like most other people – I start a new habit, something I really want to do and go great guns at it for a while.. and then it wears off.  This time I seem to be able to keep it going, even writing my blog everyday (which is habit number one) has been fairly painless.  I am benefiting from habit number two, taking my thyroid medication every day, something which I try hard to do but occasionally fail at and habit number three – keeping up my Habit Judo spread sheet keeps it all ticking along nicely.

I have already got to my white belt and I have had two rewards.  That is the best bit of course, I bought two really cheap books off Amazon one of them a collection of poems by Mary Oliver , I posted one of her poems a couple of days ago.

I have even got to the stage of adding another habit – stretching exercises every day.  Where will it all end?!

The poetry book is absolutely wonderful by the way.  I can’t recommend it highly enough – there is a lot of her poetry on the internet if you can’t stretch to a book.

I seem to have had a long day, work and then straight after on to my friend M’s for a visit and then to Stitch and Bitch – which was its usual uproarious fun.  But I got home at nearly 8pm and now I need a wee sleep or sloop which I just typed.  I must remember to show you the photos of Wonder Wool tomorrow…Seeya folks

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

© Mary Oliver. Online Source

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