The Flu and Some Tulips

I’ve had the flu this week and took some time off work—this never feels quite right to me—staying home just feels so incredibly unproductive—sometimes, however, it is necessary—I spent some time drinking tea, slurping soup, downloading bad TV on iTunes, and watching the tulips on my coffee table move towards the light—I don’t have much free time in my life and it’s as if my body shuts me down when I need some rest—I used to fight this but I’m getting better at realizing when I should just take a day or two and do what my body is telling me to do—I found watching the tulips quite beneficial—their serpentine stalks moving with purpose—a natural need for connection with the light—granted it’s been cold, overcast, and raining so they’ve seemed a little flustered and confused but they’re definitely doing their best—that search for connection is the essence of beauty—it’s that driving force to find light in form—and it’s what occasionally tells me I need to get healthy and take a break before I lose sight of that—