my soul finally stirred here
salty fisherman home.
home for 1 day.
Texas
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.
sunshine beckons.
now back to the Jacobin Revolution.
Lonesome Highway, Guadalupe Mountains, Texas
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,
a nap,
homework.
February slow down
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
