Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

So it's the new year, which, most importantly to me, means the days are getting longer. I welcome that and the crazy spring flowers that will pop up here, due to our confusion of seasons. It's been cooler for longer than I remember, so maybe the daffodils and grape hyacinth will stall. I would normally be thinking of trips to take and maybe more socializing, but the varient has taken care of those dreams. Enjoying my two grandchildren who are close by and visiting the one an hour and a half away is my joy these days, plus talking with friends on the phone and walking with ones who are willing to venture out. It's time to take on a task. Last fall I was absorbed in my daughter's memorial service, but now I think I need a writing project and possibly a sewing one as well. I have thank yous from the holidays to write, and a couple of letters in response to Christmas cards. I could look again at the forty some pages I wrote about my daughter last summer, but it would be painful. Then there is the physical I should probably schedule with my doctor and lab tests etc. Ugh. That prospect is highly unattractive. Oh, well, I'll find things to do, books to read, music to listen to, and just appreciate all the quiet moments, when I'm not anxious, and gratitude waves over me like a warm bath.