The past two weeks: Rose baths. Intrusive thoughts. French vanilla tea. Looking in the mirror and liking what I see. Looking in the mirror again and nitpickin’ and bitchin’ – being a brat. More tea please. Make it chamomile this time for the nerves. I have been in the house too much. Feeling as though I’m teetering between reality and a dream state as if I were some sleepy hermitess. Go on a walk in the park with hubby and get some vitamin D and resurgence. More balcony gardening and rearranging things. My bunny plotted and schemed and ate one of my collard green plants. I could not be upset with him for too long he is who he is, and the guy is too cute, but he is grounded from going outside for a short time. Lying in bed too much. My favorite place to be. Visiting libraries is still a ritual and reading books remains a prayer. Feeling groggy these days, but no matter, rest is a recipe for a great me. Brainstorming experiences and ideas for my next short story. We will see. Over and out.
Happy writing and keep evolving!
Garden of Shannon 