The compost pile is covered in white, remnants of the foot of unseasonable snow that fell a week ago. You never know here in Colorado, what the mountains will bring - and a November blizzard is not unheard of.
I am taking time to notice. Notice the sky when I walk. Notice the magnificent maple tree next to our hot tub when I soak. Notice the shadows it makes across the dry grass. I try to connect to the plants in our yard, not just as their caretaker, but as beings who have a say in this world. My herbs give me such joy, and I try to thank them with a little ritualistic walk around the yard several times a day.
Yesterday a friend asked me if I was making art. "No" was my answer. Are you writing in your journal? "No."
My creativity lately has seemed dormant, but really it has not. I have been knitting, cooking, cleaning. I have been teaching every morning from 3-6 AM, English to Chinese students who sit at their desks on the other side of the world. I made a bunch of paper snowflakes to decorate my teaching space, this is as arty as I have been this last month. (photo to follow. . . . )
I also have been making soap for holiday presents, writing cards and wrapping things in pretty paper and ribbon.
And I have been resting. The amazing tiredness that sends me napping, and shortens my walks, worries me, but I can't think of a reason for it, so I am trying to honor what my body wants. Sometimes it wants carbs and sugar, and I try to curb that in, but truthfully lately, I've been enjoying chocolate and bagels. (gluten free!) I am hoping once 2020 starts I can find the motivation to eat healthier, and less.
and you, dear reader? Anyone who is still here? How are you?
