Are you my shrink?

It feels like I'm just about to sit down after a week and encapsulate it for you-- the thoughts that seem to be surfacing most, the actions, sights and details. And, yet, that's not what I do here, is it?

God knows I don?t want to spend any time or energy analyzing it--- but it occurs to me that I love relaxing back here with you all-- my old friends-- people who know the trajectory of the past five years and who have been with me on this journey and don't need me to explain any context or provide background details. To steal a line from Martha Stewart: it's a good thing.

This morning I am a jumble as per normal. Slept in until 10 am because, without any appointments or commitments to motivate it up and out, my body flat out refused to awaken. Once up, I am immediately chagrined at how much time I lost this morning to get going on the list of things I intend to do before noon today on this sweet Saturday morn: relax, hang out, go into town and run necessary errands, begin working on some pieces to submit into the SMFA show, do yoga-- um, people, seeing as it is straight up 12 noon as I write this to you, I think it's safe to say none of that's gonna happen, sigh.

The music playing right now is a mix cd made by Jonatha Brooke and it is making me smile with its newness-- I LOVE an eclectic mix of music that someone else puts together and that is something coming into my life right now in the sweetest, most unexpected way. Just this week, a woman I took a class with at Artfest last Spring, Mary Beth Shaw, sent me TWO mix cds and, man-- I am reveling in them all.

So, to continue with my rambling mind-- this morning I got inspired by the Week in the Life project Ali Edwards has got going on. Although I know myself well enough to know there is no way in hell I'll ever be able to do a week of such a good thing (let alone weeks, plural)-- I was inspired to walk around the house and venture a bit outdoors to capture some shots as the second pot of coffee brewed.

missing my girls who left these here to make me miss them more, bitches.

October is here: cold, dark at night, and trying to make up for the season change with flashes of brightly colored leaves. I'm not buying. The cold and the dark, sigh, I'm just not into it right now. I seriously need to go south for a few months and then come back up for this lovely, brooding season.

Of course, not everyone in the household sleeps in and shuffles about in their self-indulgent self- talk. Ah, no. Seeing as the woodshed needs to get filled to the top with, er, you know-- four cords of wood, there are those among us who drink their coffee from a thermos, outside, as they chop, cut, and stack firewood.

That's my man.

And, you might have noticed the absence of any mention of a walk for the dogs this morning-- normally, one of my daily tasks. Ah, that implies you can't hear the gunshot in the woods-- or see the deer streaking across the field. Yes, tis the season.

It's boring inside for them, for sure-- but better safe and bored than shot, non? My job is to keep that curly tail out of the line of fire.

Now, off to eat my oatmeal-- god, can you stand it? Excitement. Never. Ending. Hope your weekend is filled with good music, warm safety and space enough to let your thoughts tumble out.

Bisous ~

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