The fog engulfs the landscape rendering only a few yards of visibility as this unwilling host to the invasive resident called Parkinson’s disease is in the midst of dealing with his erupting anger. An otherwise good night’s sleep was interrupted once again with various pains emanating from joints and muscles. A slowed and shuffling gate welcomes the morning as this dopamine deprived cerebrovascular network attempts the start of another day. Every activity that used to be so easily accomplished that it was taken for granted now seems to require an intentional plot to accomplish. Even the execution of the day’s agenda requires extra planning in anticipation of the time allotted for completion. Self-chastisement comes easily as this semi-self-perfectionist who lectures self on the need for more physical exercise, a healthier diet and more patience. Guilt over self-absorption quickly dissolves into the cleansing vat of detergent grade gratitude as I dip into it with words of thankfulness. Thanks for another day; another opportunity to discover ways even to truly rest and live in peace that is indeed greater than my understanding. Even a few moments of quiet thoughtfulness on the things and people for which I am grateful helps wash away the crusty old thoughts that heap woe on me! The path from anger to humor appears to be paved with stones of gratitude when we choose to bare our feet upon the pathway.
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