Earlier this week, I thought I was stepping to spring. I felt a surge of energy returning after a long sickness and I began to flip through gardening books and plan for DIRT
It will come….
But… not…. quite… yet.
The snow hangs on… but surely the melt must come… and so… we move forward…
And here I am again with the weekly Chicken. Shaking out the weekly wrinkles.
Will she ever pick up that guitar again? Surely…surely…
Was to “begin again” – on all fronts…
The clearest OOMPH of the hitting the restart came in the Writing Hours. Felt so so SO good to get back to it. Crazy as it is. Some days I still fear that I am horribly lost in the wilderness. Other days, I am brimming with hope.
Also – began again with breakfasts… bowls of steel cut oats… nothin’ finer.
THE GNARBLY BITS of Mystery:
The energy WILL return. Know this in the midst of sickness. Allow rest.
Listen “better” for my Quote of the Day. AND write it down right away so I don’t “lose it.”
I’m loving using my daily chicken (check in) pages. I had this kooky idea that instead of adding an inspirational quote each day from… someone famous… I would find the quote each day – from … whoever. It could still be someone famous, but it could also be – a friend, a stranger in line at the grocery store, or even my own self.
It’s fun, but some days I hear something early in the day and by day’s end… I’ve already forgotten. I’d like to work on that.
And so, with that, I leave you.
Wishing you a week full of wisdom and comforts found.
go easy, friends
In homage to Havi’s Friday Chickens over on the The Fluent Self — This is the place I review my week – in an attempt to track some things – like progress on my novel and… living intentionally. I shake out my week and lay it out. Let the hard burn off and the good sink in. Call it an experiment in paying attention.
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