A Visit to the Clinic

A VISIT TO THE CLINIC 30 November 2015 . For tension, I take sunshine. It works immediately. For sorrow, I will listen to bird calls wild and free. Song lifts my spirit high and wide and smiles me inwardly. For worries, I watch Cleo-cat roll over and stretch to see if she can catch her Benji-dog as he trots by purposefully. For lassitude, I pull out weeds. Good exercise! Tai-chi? For loneliness, grey skies and rain bring solace brokenly. My clinic is my garden, a place of harmony. . And, no, I’m really sorry, please don’t rely on me. I know no names of doctors to heal aches effectively. With all the wealth of all my health, I don’t visit them, you see.