XIX – SUN
Big Horned Sheep
Steady on their feet, scrambling around deftly in high, rocky places, these sheep take pleasure in every day things. The feel of the sun, his surefootedness, new territory to explore, has this sheep almost smiling with happiness.
Looks like a good day ahead.
I was writing in my two journals last night but my wing must have been hanging without support because all the muscles in my chest on the right side hurt and tendinitis has flared up as well as pelvic pain and arthritis in my index finger. The interconnectedness of things in the body always surprises me.
I need to start on a drawing today, so I must sit at the table where I have proper support, and wear my tendon cuff, like the Big Horned Sheep steadying himself on rocks, no matter how tiny the outcrop.