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Hello Dearest!

It’s me, your humblest companion, writing from the plush comforts of my bedstead. Unfortunately, I write you at a time when I’m quite unwell. It seems several fortnights since I’ve taken ill, and yet it comes a cruel reminder of life’s fragility. Alas! I still write in good spirits as I excitedly await the fruition of my everlasting efforts and scheming, that which I refer to of course being babblings.net, the new home to the blog and podcast. My deadline the first of December draws nearer with each passing day. Soon you too will be able to relish in the excitement. I am saddened to report that because of my malady I was unable to record this weeks podcast episode about the apparent fear of aging in the youthful, as my voice changes octaves and clarity every half minute! Alas! It will soon be here in December at babblings.net 🙂

Since I’m not capable to perform as usual I have used the time to gain insight into how to make resting an occasion and I would impart some of this wisdom I’ve discovered with you my dearest one.

Firstly, you must remember I’ve always had an anxious mind, even as a child. Always, when I’m sick, I worry I am not really so. Or that those around me don’t believe I am. This difficulty combined with our conditioned confines of society, cause me to worry endlessly that I am being lackadaisical. Not contributing as I am expected or justifying my existence for the day. Now as you know I’ve traveled north to stay with my good Aunt, Lady Ann, for rest and respite. Reorienting some could say. And I’ve found that removing oneself from the strict routines of capitalism have subdued that worry. In it’s place I’ve found a sense of vigor and drive to make rest beautiful.

And to accomplish this dearest instead of giving into the woes in my head and pushing my physical limits just to prove I could as I’ve done in past times; I indulged and stopped at the cafe for an almond milk, hazelnut, iced latte while journeying to the pharmacy. I layered my bed with the thickest blankets, and immense pillows, and of course a heating pad. You must wonder if it is just warmth that makes me require a heating device or if it’s because of that nasty rumor I’m sure you’ve heard about me pulling a muscle ascending the stage to do a shotski with Duchess Meredith Marks? Well I’m here to report the later is true! Haha! Through my calling device I was able to cast a magnificent holiday fire onto the picture box sparking seasonal ambiance. I lined delicate porcelain bowls with the prescribed candies from the physician. I lounged and drank tea and read and worked on the website, all while wearing the softest sleeping wear I own. And never was there a hint of dread I was not fulfilling the call of life! Tis a mystery dearest why we’ve ended up this way. But I must impart whole heartedly that there is no penance for rest. The universe does not ridicule and laugh behind ones back when sickness falls upon you. It conspires to hold you.

I do hope dearest that the next time you are feeling not like your usual self you take the length of time required to feel rested and replenished. And that you do not find your life worth dependent on the construct of productivity. I miss you so and will make sure to write again in the coming week. Until then please inform me on your happiness and whereabouts these days.

Forever yours,
Ali Ann