Thorns and Sage and Tea

I'm feeling a little low. I have a feeling that there is something that I should be doing that I'm not, or something that I know that I'm not saying.. whatever it is, it's on the other side of a bleak wall. This could be a lunar thing, I don't know. My pain is back. So I took a long walk by the water. Yesterday I saw two bald eagles, and a sea lion paced me. But today, only the waterbirds. When I got home, I laid a mattress down in the earthen fairy circle in my front yard and got out a big green cotton quilt. Sunshine lay nearby and watched over me while I'm napped. I woke up and watched the birds fly overhead. The bushtits and the juncos and the chickadees are all investigating nest sites, and the rocks are mossy and there are bluebells. I got up and cut the climbing roses away from the window and came away with long red thorn scratches on my inner arm. I saged the house and made a cup of tea. It's what I can think of to do, today.