The first day working on the harvester went better than I had expected. The work is not all that difficult, and time seemed to pass quickly enough. I did not make it through the day without damage, though. I have bruised my knee and have small bumps along my arm where berries, leaves and other plant matter battered my arm for much of the day. It was a long day, but it feels good to be doing honest, hard work (though my back and knee deny this fiercely).
It’s fitting that I’m inspired to do a lot of writing now that I am unable to do so (I’m cutting into my sleep time just to make this short journal entry). I hope to store this creative energy somehow. I can’t let this holy water just evaporate. There are pages that need blessings, I know.
Learn of history, learn of music, learn of true, mythic stories, learn compassion, learn hope and learn love. Become a sage of the holy, simple arts. There’s magic and fullness in knowing.
4 comments on “Berry Bruises”
That’s good to hear that the first day went well, Apollo! (^_^)
The bruises will be better soon. What the job is like?
The job mostly involves me sitting on the back of the harvester, cleaning berries and then moving boxes filled with berries around. It’s hard work, and I work long hours, but it’s not too bad.
*hugs Apollo*
I was thinking about you earlier, hoping it was going okay. I understand how you feel about your writing. I’ll probably be scribbling madly on scraps again whenever I do get a job. Sometimes inspiration strikes at the most inconvenient times, doesn’t it?
*hugs Apollo again because he needs an extra one*
*hugs you a couple times, because you’re freaking great*
Yeah, muses can be real bitches sometimes.