Outgoing mail, yesterday:
[I like to include tea bags with my correspondence; this one is Yogi tea's chai redbush]
Incoming mail, today:
Today's mail is very meditative:
-A beautiful Young Living catalog. I'd love to own every single little bottle of their aromatic essential oils. I'm becoming very interested in medicinal properties of essential oils, too. I'm already a Thieves oil and mouthwash fanatic.
-A new issue of IMAGE (#57), thank God. The content looks promising, especially an interview with Ron Hansen. I rather liked Mariette in Ecstasy.
-New broadsides from the Guerilla Poetics Project. I'll be hiding poetry at Katy Budget Books later this week, I hope.
I hope because today I feel b-a-d. I've taken a few days off from Nystatin due to the slaughter of yeast, and thus, feeling b-a-d. If I can get back on Nystatin and tolerate 6 pills for a few weeks, I know I'd be so close. So very close to some normalcy. It is frustrating to feel my limitations today. And to feel so ill. I'm just worn out. Perplexed. Impatient. Feeling the blues. This is getting old. If you pray, please pray for me. We've read that many yeasty folks feel just as bad, right 'til the end, then suddenly feel amazing. I need to hang in there.
Today, I'll be enjoying my meditative mail, Peace Like a River; drinking in the Psalms, and thanking God for your prayers.
"In the multitude of the sorrows that I had in my heart: Thy comforts have refreshed my soul."