Gut quakes

I’d better write right away and hit my 100 words. I’m experiencing something I can only characterize as gut quakes. Something I ate is now fighting back, and I might experience some aftershocks throughout the rest of the day. The sooner I’m done with this bit of writing the sooner I can lie down in my bed with a white lily held in my hands. I’m in full surrender mode. I’m here for the present moment and nothing else. Past errors, future failures? Who cares about any of that? Most of the time I’m unaware of my internal plumbing, but today it has taken center stage in my thoughts.