Rest Easy

The high April winds blowing damage across the US this week also blew something into town that my lungs are treating as poison.  This morning I face the day with more empathy and exhaustion than I have known in a while. 

To everyone who struggles with their own health through the quiet hours, may you feel the love and support of your community. 

To everyone who serves babies, elders, or the ill through the night, may you know that your efforts matter.  

To everyone who sleeps through the night, may you remember to have compassion for those who do not. 

Be well, beloveds.  Rest easy when you can and know, when you cannot, that you are not alone.

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