I have a cold this morning but still I have sat outside with my morning coffee and walked the land looking for what may be left to do. Clean up some branches that are down and divide them between the fire and the burm I am building over in the woods (good fences make good neighbors) There is a pile started. A little aggressive plant has spread itself through most of the disturbed land along the fence. I want to reseed there but pulling it out will take a fair chunk of time.
Now I sit with a cat on my knee and the gas fire going. Its flames can mesmerize me. I feel a sinus headache starting as I focus on writing. This cold is leaving me tired.
Always much to do and writing hasn't been in the mix lately; not since my long stretch of time off in September. How hard it was to return to work and how energy and activity shifts once I reabsorb my working hours into my life. Parts of my routine dissolve and others need become intermittent.
As the busyness of fall yardwork settles into the solidness of being winter ready, my mind looks for more inward ways of being creative. I search up my writing book, hidden on a table under other papers. Today this mind dreams of a women's circle with a new focus. It delights in the thought of women gathering to share process and experience, to laugh and eat together, to be sisters in support of each other and perhaps of the Mother Earth.
Radha
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