Feeling Better

Here I am, back again. I took some time out to do some healing work on myself. I feel much better. Lots of things helped. But the ones I noticed the most were my new chiropractor and his belief that the body can heal itself if the mind gets out of the way and the energy is allowed to flow where it needs to go. I think that was a combination of his words and mine. Friends are the other thing that help. Why do I deprive myself of them so often?

I got up early this morning and went for a walk around the neighborhood while it was still fairly cool. This is Tampa, Florida. Fairly cool is 80 degrees at 8 am. I was able to walk more rapidly than usual without any pain or discomfort. Several dogs barked at me. My daughter tells me that is how they say hello. A medium size black dog started to follow me. I wasn't afraid as I have often been in the past. I told him not to follow me, to go on home. A man came out of a shop and called the dog to him. When I walked by Gladys and Buford's house, they were sitting out in the carport. They called out a greeting and asked how I was. Buford said, "Where's your stick?" "I forgot it," I told him. If he hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have even noticed it! I always carry a stick on my walks to protect me from dogs running loose.