There’s a flurry of activity ~ lots going on and lots to ponder for these first couple of weeks into the new year. This used to be such a blessedly slow, take-a-breather and recoup season – wonderful for mindful writing and taking my delicious time to do so. Forget about it. Now it’s all I can do to keep up and if this is any indication of the pace I’m on for 2017 – then I just may have to “drop out” for awhile. (Remember that saying?). There are only so many leeks I can chop to use as a medatative tool in order to ground myself. Oh well, no one to blame or applaud but myself. We constantly make choices despite how trite they may seem at the time only to realize the full consequences in a somewhat startling manner later on. Just called Life.
almost the Year of The Fire Rooster
I book two extra nights
for a fall holiday
already too many weekends
I no longer save the good china
chit chat doing this that I forget to look up
Yesterday morning I planned an early start to cleaning and clearing clutter. Until a phone call came in from a friend who called me intuitively just as I had been thinking of her and conversing with her in my head as I am want to do. Followed by an email from a new friend who touches my heart, and so I sat down and wrote back to her while I had a cup of tea. Afterward, I felt a pull to connect and call another friend who was experiencing grief and heartache. I left a message for her. Next was a call to another friend to see how she was faring through some recent trauma and after-the-flu news. By the time I was finished with this last call, it was lunch time and after feeding and walking the dog, I ate. At last, I squeezed in vacuuming and cleaning one bathroom before I got out to do an errand and later in the afternoon meet another friend for coffee and quiche. Our conversation flowed for over two hours into darkening dusk and light snow. By that time, I treated myself to take-out vegan Asian food and finished the evening reading. A day committed to sweet conversation and connecting with creative and sensitive women committed to giving life all their best. I’m so glad I gave into the urge to call and connect. Actually, these conversations went along much further to clearing the clutter than moving around boxes of stuff that will patiently wait for a more convenient time.