Batteries Dead...Recharge Needed #mfrwauthor

It's been a long, rough day...week...month...year...decade? How to return to some semblance of a human.




I used to do partial restores with nightly walks to the waterfront to watch the sunset over the bluffs. Weekends were bicycle rides through the woods and marshlands, a rest on the sand dunes on the bay, and ice cream to finish out the trip. Weekends working on a lakeside log cabin removed more of the stress of life. As did the books read at night. Entertainment in the mountains is old school because after the nation went digital all television disappeared. Not even a 100-foot tower enabled any reception.


However, those options are no longer available. A move to the other side of the country and caregiving responsibilities keep me at home, so no more walks or bike excursions. 

So what do I do when the battery is dead and sleep isn't enough spark to recharge it?
 
Handcrafts open the door to relaxation by separating mind from body. Then a cold drink, a rocking chair on the front porch and watching the sun set behind the trees provides balm to a troubled soul. And if the muse if visiting, maybe some writing.

Be sure to stop by the other posts in the challenge to see how others recharge.

~till next time, peace and harmony, and strength for the day to come. Helen