sunning in this window of the warehouse stirs in me the need to drive to the nearest saguaro and set up my canvas home.
get me out of this winter-locked region. There is no reason to perpetuate my depression by living in gloom for 8 months a year.
now back to the Jacobin Revolution.
After spending the last 36 hours indoors, shut out from world that has turned so splendidly warm and sunny, I am feeling better. Healthy just enough to get out there for a long walk with my camera.
followed by a meditative yoga class,
The thick winter cloud cover broke this morning and with that blue*sky*sun the hope of spring.
I have spent the majority of the last 4 years with my nose in a schoolbook, behind the cutting hair or suckin’ on a bottle of whiskey or wine.
This year I have decided to (try to) slow everything down and take time with each task of my day, whether it be a morning makeup routine, reading even a small portion of a novel, re-listening to that song or making that much-needed phone call to a long lost friend.
Part of slowing down will enable me the chance to engage in life a little more purposefully—-hopefully.
my soul is in need of something new-of something rooted- and not another fleeting flirtatious relationship or a brisk adventure. There will be time for those again.
But for now, I need to figure out which roots to plant and how