Feeling stronger and ready to take my recovery to the next level.
As all my close friends know, nothing makes me happier than walks on the beach.
Flying out to the Dominican Republic today. On the island, I have my little love hut, and the support group I need (cooks, housekeeper, friends) to concentrate on getting stronger and building stamina.
It should also give me time to get back to serious writing, blogging, and poetry.
I have never been one for watching much TV, but this recovery sent me to the couch (where Alexa and my remote control became my best friends).
Caught a glimpse of this original series from Netflix called Lucifer.
Without giving anything away, the series is about the Devil (bored with his responsibilites in hell) decides to spend some time on Earth, where he falls for a beautiful Detective named Chloe Decker.
Like any great book or movie, what makes this fun series so entertaining is a great character. Portrayed by British actor Tom Ellis, Lucifer is a playful, flirty, woman loving gent with a habit of bad jokes and getting himself into trouble.
Sounds like anyone you know?
Lucifer has helped my smile through the pain, and even had me dreaming of post recovery flirting.
Just the thought has me feeling a litle devilish…..
Feeling much better. Finally past my pneumonia, but my ribs are still very sore from all of the coughing.
I can probably start blogging soon, but I have to find a healthy balance between blogging and staying physical. Doctors want me to be active to build up my strength.
So, I most likely will be posting with comments closed for a while and touching all of you when I stop by to read your posts and respond to your comments on my blog.
I hope all is well.
I really wanted to leave all of you with a charming, immature farewell comment, but none came to mind. An obvious sign I am not in shape yet. Although a blond in shorts at the produce section of the super market did lift my spirits. So, there is hope.
dancing are rays of moonlight on the ocean dancing are your verses upon my skin goosebumps slowly transform into prima ballerinas dancing an eternal allégro a pirouette of white plumes stirring me with passion tickling every crevice in my soul
Why does a man choose to walk a path alone, when he has so many friends willing to walk alongside him?
It would be easy for me to say, after my parents passed, I found myself alone in the world. With no siblings, aunts, uncles, or cousins, life forced me into this life of seclusion. But I know this isn’t true.
Yet, every time I find myself in desperate need of companionship and support, I find myself retreating into the comfort of my lonely shell.
To all my friends who have been reaching out to me, I am so sorry for the delay in my responses. It is not a rejection. It is an automatic defense mechanism, probably an unhealthy one, that gets me through these tough moments in life.
It is something I need to conquer if I ever expect to share my life with someone. After all, love is about sharing the smiles, sunsets, as well as the pain.