I've noticed that I tend to forget all things beautiful when I'm sick. It feels as though my whole entire life is nothing but pain when I get my feet knocked out from under me that way. It's not true though. I have to remember that it's not true at all.
Even when I'm at the lowest points, I still have so much beauty around me. I have all kinds of people around me who love and care for me. When I open my eyes for even a few moments I can clearly see all of the blessings like warm blankets folded around me. Its a new discipline of mine to turn my attention to all of the goodness even when the blinding pain tries to wipe out the truth. I have an embarrassing amount of love aways at my fingertips. And I've been around the block enough times to know how sadly rare that is.
When I'm sick, my dogs come and press against my body to keep me warm. They seem to know that I need contact and tenderness. It helps me to remember these things. So much love. So much love.
I can't complain.