click below for some good advice from singer / songwriter Connie Kaldor
I am always alone, but at this moment I would prefer to be alone by myself."
thus saith Death to his (mortal) hired man, after having a brief brush with his own unexpected, and temporary, mortality.
in an attempt to remember what it is to relax, i'm holed up in my little row house, puttering in a very minor way, and lazing in a major way. a much anticipated trip to the mountains has fallen through, so i'm holidaying at home.... determined to do nothing responsible for 2 weeks. eat, drink and be merry, occasionally doing a few dishes and possibly sweeping the floor and taking out the garbage. basic maintenance only. no PROJECTS allowed, other than the very serious project of regaining some sanity in a life which has become far too overbooked with projects and responsibilities and obligations and the demands of others.
unfair to be hit betwixt the eyes with profundity when one is trying so hard to be narcissistic.
i'm holed up with a stack of Terry Pratchet novels, having recently abducted one from my goddaughter. i seem to be the only person i know who isn't already familiar with him, but if he's new to you, i highly recommend Terry Pratchett's Discworld books. i've printed off the
Discworld reading order guide for guidance, though there's no need, i'm told, to follow any order, as they all stand freely on their own.
summer is doing her last bright trot around the neighborhood; there'll be hard frost any morning now. thoughts run to inside activities... reading, cooking hearty soups and stews, creative things involving paper and ink and paint.... fabric and pins ..... yarn and finding a place to set up the loom..... honey and yeast.... too many possibilities, really....
and i wonder why i need to re-learn how to rest. even when i'm resting i'm thinking of ways to exhaust myself.