Every morning when I go outside I feel like I am on a camping trip in the mountains. The cool, fresh air is invigorating. Birds chatter from pinyon tree to tree. A baby bunny munches on weeds peeking out from the gravel in my yard. Grass is a luxury in this dry part of the country. Yesterday a hummingbird hovered about a foot from my face. I flinched first, and it flew away.
The movers arrived yesterday. It feels good to have my things here…familiar and comfortable…like home. I love setting up a new house and thinking of what my life will be like here. Where is my quiet place to meditate or read in a snowstorm? Where will I hang out with new friends? Where will I write, draw or sculpt? What colors are soothing or energizing? It’s about creation, and I love it. Sometimes I get annoyed that I have to eat and sleep when my energy is flowing and I am so inspired. They get in the way of creating!
