The desire to write has been absent this last week. The words inside my head are practicing an unusual economy. They demand little attention. They have been very quiet.
While I miss their antics and their company, it has been nice to have a break. My body has taken advantage of the break and has invited a cold to come take up residence in my head.
Maybe if I’d been paying more attention to my body and less attention to the demands in my mind, I would have taken better care of myself this last year and not been an easy home for a steady stream of illnesses. Since life demands to be lived forward the price of many of the best lessons is the cost of a past mistake.
As I was typing that last sentence, I typed belived. Don’t we have the word beloved? The word belived doesn’t seem so out of place. It seems a likely English word.
If beloved means dearly loved, then belived could mean dearly lived.