Spring Planting Moon
Thunder, a quick shower. Rain tonight, I hope. Back to wanting the weather to turn seasonal, open the spigots, irrigate the crops. Our irrigation system is not turned on yet and we have no way to get water to the onion sets, leeks, beets, cucumbers and sugar snap peas we’ve placed in the soil. They need it.
My mood has begun to rise. As the back pain recedes (far from gone, but no longer the first thing I think about when I move) and my body returns to a rested state after the stress of the last week, my work begins to come to the fore. I’ve set aside the Ovid, Missing, exercising, Reimagining for time and space to heal. It was necessary and good.
Now though those higher level needs, self-actualization, begin to kick back in, assert their right to time and attention. And I’m glad they do. Tomorrow I should be back at it, and, in case you hadn’t already noticed this, being back at it is where I like to be.
We’re going to the production and broadcast of a radio drama at the Artist’s Quarter tonight: Jazz Noir. I mentioned it earlier in the week. This is the first of 5. I’ll let you know how it goes.