As much as anything, I'm posting today in a fit of procrastination.
A friend contacted me last night to ask if my feet were on the ground here yet. I can say that yes, I do feel at home now. I'm back in the studio and also reading a lot. Looking out the window at the frozen landscape which is so beautiful. Daydreamy. Thinking about the face painting online class that a group of you have requested. I've never considered doing it before because others have done it but it is true that we each bring something unique to the table.
I'm not fully in on the idea yet. So that's just a recurring thought.
Eating too much. That's a symptom.
Counting the days until Thanksgiving. I'm looking forward to that.
Being grateful for a warm house, hot coffee, my excellent mate and the ways he is kind to me and that I am kind to him. It makes us both content.
These are the two books I've just read; the first one leading me into the second which is related.
Discovered I'm a yankee through and through. Well, kind of a Buddhist-leaning Yankee.
November. *sigh* Don't you think they invented these winter holidays here in the northern hemisphere to distract us from cabin fever and the like?
Maybe I'll go clean the house now.