"I am recovered now and proudly claim that last Thursday the step-count on my phone read 128 steps for the entire day. I binged on a book “The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart” and 2 or 3 seasons of some show that I can’t quite recall - it was an exercise in exquisite and splendid nothingness. Quite naturally I displayed the appropriate pained face whenever someone entered the room. My body was giving me a gift, which some may say I wasted being super lazy, but rest is a form of resistance to a world that is ‘always on’. Of course, I was grateful for the access to a warm bed and bathroom knowing many who fall by the Wayside are forced to sleep rough when they're unwell. The caring tend to overuse ‘perspective‘ as a way to diminish the signals their bodies send, rather, I think it is all about being attentive and not dismissive, of the signals that bodies send. Like love, they are everywhere and everywhere in need of us. The lesson of convalescence was simple: rather than being alert, be attentive".
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