I am so far from being a pessimist…on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life. -Eugene O’Neill
Hulloo Hallay – I’m back today!
And glad to be so.
The greening up of the world continues, though it is currently only +4C. The garden has been expanded. The soil is all glistening out there in the rain, waiting to be seeded with tasty beauty. It will be a short growing season, methinks…but a season of much joy for this one who very much enjoys the digging in the dirt.
It has been a fun-filled couple of weeks. Action packed. Much travel. Much talk. Much thought-full thinking and eye-popping glories beheld.
Train rides and car rides and walks galore!
Talks with friends and family long missed.
A fantastic writing retreat with my Rough Writers that carried me almost to the finale of Sanctuary (NIP) almost…almost…
…. and so… the work continues on that front.
I’m glad to be back – back home and back online. I’m playing a bit of catch up this week. The routine re-emerges. The writing has held steady (huzzah!), and the rest of the doings are slipping back into place.
The retreat came at the perfect time. There was the writing… but there was also the walking and the weeping. Much weeping. In a good way. I spent most of the 3 days outside, absorbing the sun and basking in the stillness of the Abbey and the grounds. I took my scribble book with me, always. I wrote. I read. I wept. I sat in silence and let the chickadees land in my hair and the bunnies nibble my toes. It was a time of re-affirmation for my self as an artist. I celebrated the work done over the winter. I took a good long look at what I am doing and … most importantly… I remembered why I am doing it. Outstanding.
I hope you find some stillness this week…and in the stillness, a confidence that you are on the right track.
And now… to slip back onto the track that has carried me through the year thus far. Let’s shake out the last coupla weeks.
I aimed to take the time to SEE the world and the folks who entered my sphere… back in SK, on the train, in Sudbury, and here at home again. To pause pause pause…suspend the moment… hear what was said…see what was meant…open and receive the words and meaning, the light and love, the sadness… all of it. And to return the light, lend what light I can to all.
Hmm…. I believe this intention came and went… came and went… As many do – for me, anyhow.
I still find myself quite… protective of my self. It isn’t a bad thing. It has kept me alive, for sure. But I do feel a shifting. Less fear I think. This is good.
Letting go of expectations and enjoying the ride.
It’s funny how so many people, hearing the stories from the trip say, “Oh my gawd…what ELSE could have gone wrong?”
We do tell it for comic effect… heading out into a blizzard, having the car die on the highway, missing the train by 10 minutes, hunkering down in Foleyet for 3 days…. and then this … and then this… and then that…
But the thing is… I had a fabulous trip. I truly truly loved it all.
Heading back to basics…. breakfast….
EAT YOUR BREAKFAST, MISSY!
Amazing the things I let go of, isn’t it? Even when I KNOW they are good for me.
Sheesh. What is UP with that?
May you stand out in the open
With your vision held clear and steady.
No more cringing…no more hiding.
Embrace your strength and remember
We are weaving the world
Thanks so much for stopping by.
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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