[more] sunday, some of the worst. dreams. pillows everywhere. hair that required more taming than usual. a headache from clenching my teeth so the bad mean people wouldn’t get me. my body knew to self protect during sleep. the body knows. my father would say. trust your body. a mostly quiet morning lazing on the sofa with tea, green juice, miles in the background & a few pages of anatomy of the spirit. a bible of sorts. always within reach. the good news: the weather people are predicting over a foot of fresh white stuff. snowshoes waiting by the front door. few things prettier than snow falling on a sunday. xo