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Column 1, Column 2, Column 3, Column 4--
1, 2, 3, 4--
1, 2, 3, 4--
Why is there always so much more?
Pick a task, any task, keep going, there's more--
It doesn't matter if you feel like falling on the floor.

Keep going, keep going
don't stop; no slowing.

I am sore
but there's more

Column 1 is the kids and the schooling and their needs.
Column 2 is the house and the cleaning and the garden and the seeds.
Column 3 is for me the people and the art I want to see.
Column 4 is for Noah keep the marriage out of the weeds.

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I'm so sore
I just wanna lie on the floor
I feel like I done tore
All the life is just seeping out of my core.

Bleeding is feeding the seeding to come.
This is the time to hibernate with the sun.
It is ok to lie down and not have any fun.
It doesn't mean you are broken or deficient or just the sum
of the days when you could not get anything done.

Maybe it is not depression per se
Maybe the body is just having it's say

You have spent every drop of give for this year
It is time to lie down without any fear

You did enough.

The snow is falling and blanketing the earth
Sit down and be quiet and read books for mirth
If you take time to heal you do not diminish your worth.

If you want to do more then you must heal.
Heal your arms and your hands and your legs and your heels
your back and your neck so that you can feel
strength return with each sedentary meal.

Rest.

No more.

Go find a book.

When the snow is falling sit and look.

That's enough for now.

Spring is coming with it's relentless push for seeds and soil feeds and paint on your sleeves.

For now: just rest.

This has been beating in my head like a drum for about two days. This period is a real humdinger.