Yesterday was a good day, perhaps I am on my way back to my usual state of curiosity and inquiry. I really hope so. For a few days, I couldn't get myself interested in anything. It was uncharacteristic; would have been alarming if I'd cared, which I didn't.
I did a lot of breathing yesterday, a rational approach to a quest for inspiration, eh? I exhaled, too, breathing out the stuckness, or so I told myself. Also saw the Sufi acupuncturist. That always helps everything. And friends came to the chateau for dinner, something I haven't done for awhile since the idea of cooking when it's 100 degrees does not appeal.
The weather gods encouraged me every step of the way. It was a hot day but not nearly as humid as it has been. I was able to take a nice, long walk, capture a bunch of images. In so doing, I made myself at home again in Washington DC. Somehow I hadn't fully returned from New York until yesterday. I didn't leave my heart there, as I might in San Francisco. Rather, some part of my soul lingered on the island of Manhattan. But I got it back yesterday. I'm good to go.
We humans have these lapses sometimes, we falter for awhile. Once upon a time it took a lot longer to climb out disinpiration, out of a feeling of being half-alive. One thing I love about growing older is that I pop out sooner rather than later. Perhaps the urgency that surrounds understanding life really IS short helps speed the process, who knows?
The fully ensouled life is good and I am grateful. Shalom.
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I seem to be on perpetual hold these days. Even the last couple of years. Now, though it's because of the grandkid visits. No matter what I want to try to accomplish while they are here, they take up all my time. As it should be. Sometimes I feel impatient to be getting on with my artistic life but with the economy so bad, to what end? Even the artists that used to sell well aren't selling. So it matters not if my work piles up slowly or quickly, it still piles up.
Ellen I thought about you as I wrote this morning, how you too used to spiral down for longer periods than now.
As for your work, you're always so busy doing something or another, I am in awe.
So glad you back in one piece. It usually takes me several days to get to feeling normal after I have been away for even a short while. Love the donkey photo! Life is good.
Interesting. I find when I return from visiting some places I have a much harder time feeling like I'm home and getting back into my groove than when I visit other places. I never thought perhaps part of me hadn't come "home" yet, very interesting.
The weather is much more agreeable today than it has been in a while. On Saturday I was taking a break from yard work by hitting up Amsterdam Falafel for some falafel, frittes, and air conditioning. Everyone was sweating.
That first photo seems to capture your mood perfectly. Your eye is unwavering, though.
When I feel as you do, I sleep. It may be an escape technique but it works and I'm well rested for the next onslaught...
I sleep well almost always. It's the most important factor. But I'm getting my groove back. Thank goodness.
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