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September 04, 2004 10:33 AM- the last rose of summer, not

I lied.

Remember how I thought the last rose of summer had bloomed? Turns out my David Austin had more tricks up her sleeve. Two more tricks, actually. And I have to say the combination of Mercury finally going direct (thank you Great Spirit), a series of high pressure systems that give us blue skies, whole days of sunshine and no humidity, and these sweet-smelling surprises have combined to make me feel like "what the hell was my problem this summer?"

Oh yes, AND we have a fabulous place to rent October - May (which had been weighing on my mind), AND our house inspection went off without a hitch (which was another worry), AND I am still pinching myself that the house sold so easily and to such great people. Phew. See why I say worry creates nothing? Worry solves nothing. What the fuck was I worrying about? Jay-sus.

I honestly think my problems are all mental creations. If I could only harness my thoughts and keep them focused on light and ease my life would reflect the same. There's some kind of balance here to be achieved with how my thoughts create my reality-- I haven't got it all figured out yet, but when I do, I'll let you know.

Now ahead of me is packing and packing (which I haven't even started) and going over the copyedited manuscript of the book that has to be back in the mail by September 10.

On the one hand, I am very proud of the fact that there was hardly any editing and the editor wrote a fabulous letter that emphasized her appreciation of the "light editing" needed and her excitement about the book itself. On the other hand, I am so done with this and really don't want to do any more work on it especially when I have other projects that are absorbing my attention. But, that's just how it is. I have to buckle down this weekend and do the last bits. The weird thing? The title is still in flux. However, I am going to trust that it is all going to work out and the fabulous title we need is just going to come into being when it is time. (How's that for no worrying . . .? Feh.)

I guess all I wanted to write here today is that things feel good. Really good. And the past few months had been so snarky and uncomfortable, it feels nice to savor the moment when it all feels cool and calm and sweet.



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