#312 - Carrageen and slippery elm

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I will start each day with this from now on. I remember feeling great when I did it years and years ago. So many great ingredients in both these plants. 

The past three weeks has been just a rollercoaster of crazy. We are now a month since the dreadful news. I think the most awful thing about it is the helplessness. The inability to go back in time to do the one thing we wish we could do. It has been heartbreaking. I have reconnected into Belfast. This weekend I took a long walk along the Ormeau embankment to the train station. Having no car forced me to walk an extra five miles. I did this on my own, seeing the dogs and people and children. At the Oemau Park bandstand children did circus skills. I didn't take any photographs. It made me think of a time when taking photographs was a harmless thing. Now it was insidious. The addition of the smart phone in our lives has been for the worse I would say. On balance, technology has made things worse. On balance. It wasn't supposed to make it worse, but it has. 

Everyone is exhausted. Despite it being a beautiful day everyone is gone with the misery of it all. With no prospect of decent weather now for the next six months, it is a hard time. 

I wish I could feel better. Perhaps I should go running in ten minutes. I think I'll do that. I WILL feel better than. I know that. I will go running in ten minutes. For a short while. Even if it is only for twenty minutes. Just around the block... Feel the blood running through my veins... making me sweat. It has been almost a month since I've run. I've been busy and out all the time, but running, no.

These holidays are the holidays of peace. I am going to write and paint and draw and do a million things. It is happening. 

I can't help myself. This carrageen is working I have to say. I feel so much better for it.

The brain fog is real and constant. It is like I am trying to speak through cotton wool and my entire head is filled with cotton wool as well. Words disappear when I go looking for them. I need to stop taking my body for granted. It has always been there to do whatever the hell I have wanted with it. Now it is telling me, that's enough now. you have to look after this... the last two things. I can't take it for granted any more. Right. Time to get to it.

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