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Boosted by cstanhope@social.coop ("Your friendly 'net denizen"):
cathos@merveilles.town wrote:

Maintenance is art, is meditation, is the foundation of life.
We rebuild what is stripped away.
We reshape what is broken.
We can carry with or leave behind the things that no longer help us.
And we can do without, for awhile.
But to live is to resist. For awhile.

I enjoy taking care of the objects that keep me afloat.
I enjoy taking care of my spirit, too.
I enjoy taking care of my friends.

I struggle, though, to take care of my body and mind.
And without those, the others fall away.
Uneven legs of the stool on which I sit.
The table on which I work.
Uneven lines, snarled and caught and snapping when the breeze comes.
That is illness. Rot. Rust. Decay.

And I resist. By maintaining, as early and well as I can.
First, the body.
Then the spirit.
But don't forget the mind.

Then my tools. My friends, when they are more ill than I. And all the rest of the world.