Too Tired

1/27/22

After 2 nights of interrupted sleep, I am just tired to the bone.  I'm showing up, but just barely.

My soul is scattered, as is my attention. 

My body feels bent, not quite broken.

Working toward that unity in soul that Rumi touts is the goal.


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