Reflection on Self Love - Body Parts Again; Psychic Moments; Fall Colors

Happy Friday!

Once again, the weather didn't co-operate, so we stayed around Homer, but we did go for a beautiful hike in the hills, above the fog, and saw some wonderful colors.

Here's that same view from when we hiked up there in mid-August - so quickly summer becomes autumn here!

Today's reflection on self-love - back to body parts! Argh... I'm not feeling good about myself today, just generally out of sorts. Been working too hard, getting anxious about our trip to Oregon that's coming up so soon and all the chores still to do here before everything freezes.

Here's the 'body parts' post from last week, where I highlighted hands, nose and lips.
And here's the one from two weeks ago, where I highlighted ears, brain and heart.

Today, my first though was to do hands , but no fair since I did them last week. My fingers have just been tapping out miles and miles with all the work I've been doing typing away!
Ok, so instead, today I celebrate my wrists. They are so mobile and flexible, and they do such hard work as a conduit for all those nervous and muscular impulses coming from my brain. They are narrow and shapely, and they let me know when I need to take a break.
And I thank my eyes. Nowadays, since I had Lasik two years ago, they see extremely keenly; but even back when they were myopic and astigmatic, they were - and are - keenly observant and good at picking things out and spotting things, whether typos in a manuscript I'm editing or the movement of a deer hundreds of yards away.
My feet also do a wonderful job. They connect me to the ground. They give me so much information about what is all around me. They carry me over all kinds of rocky terrain - tussocks in boggy terrain in the hills, boulders and pebbles on the beach. Great gratitude to them!

Here is angelica going to seed with some fireweed turning autumnal behind it.

There was some discussion on Averie's blog about psychic moments and impulses a couple days ago.
I had two psychic moments yesterday, one good, one bad. The good one: night before last, I was sweeping some dirt off our bed in the loft by hand, and my wedding ring went flying off into the dark. The next morning, and off and on all day, I looked around for it but didn't find it. Then, in the evening, I was sitting at the computer on the couch and it suddenly occurred to me that I still hadn't found it. I then looked up and looked directly at it - and it was hidden under something, barely visible and probably not visible from any other angle!

So it's back in place, as I show this nagoonberry from our hike -

Then, the bad premonition: I was making bread for Phil, and as I did my usual dance backing away from the initial cloud of flour to avoid breathing it in, I found myself thinking about the dangers of cross-contamination and wondering how other allergic folks who fix gluten food for their partners manage. A minute later, the sack of flour fell over and tipped flour all over my new batch of no-sugar energy bars that was drying in front of the heater! A total loss - Phil isn't interested in eating them and there was nothing he could suggest for getting the flour off that I was comfortable with. Gluten means 'glue' - you don't get flour off something once it's all over it!

I hate throwing stuff out, and got pretty morose over that, I'm afraid! Could not find a funny side to it, and having had a premonition a moment before almost made it worse. They were specifically to have food for our trip today, so since we didn't go, it wasn't so bad. But grrrrr! That kind of thing brings home to me the frustrating parts of living in such a small space that you can barely turn around without banging  into something, with no water except what you haul in, etc, etc. Fortunately, when I get on that tack it's very easy for me to think of lots of good things about living here to counter that with, so that's what I'm aiming to do.

Love to all!