continuous

the grass keeps growing.  even when it goes to sleep for the winter, it is preparing.  as the trees.  the waves come in and the waves go out.  the world spins.  some things are continuous.  constant.  dependable.  the sun rises.  and sets.  as the moon.  and venus.  and jupiter.  the rain falls.  and evaporates.  and falls again.
cycles.  all around.  and within.
i find that my healing does not go in a straight line, but also in cycles.  work on grabbing back or making my life my own again.  and then....a dormant time...rest...waiting.  then again, back at it but a little bit further, bigger this time.
today i'm not really cleaning.  i'm working around my house to again take back more parts.  it always wears me out, but also builds me up.  like the little waves waiting for the huge, crashing one.
and i am happy.  content.