Slapped by Gravity

Yesterday while gardening on a slippery slope I slipped and fell with some force (you always hear beware the slippery slope–well it’s true!), and I think I have a cracked rib. It hurts when I breathe deeply, laugh, sneeze, bend over or cough. But I can write, have to, have many tens of thousands of words to write on a tight deadline…

If you let yourself be distant, distracted from the physical world, it is offended, and it slaps you for it. It slaps you with itself. And that wakes you up to its reality. You are quickly, efficiently, reacquainted.

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