Imbolc and the Waiting to Cross Moon<\/p>\n
Sunday afternoon gratefuls: Jen. The Ancient Brothers on Soul. Driving down the hill and back up again. Jon’s mess. Get a will! Cod for dinner with Collard Greens.<\/p>\n
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Wanted to reach back to the post where I wondered about feeling depressed. I don’t.<\/p>\n
Considered a 30 minute writing session. Did it. Got somewhere. Need to build a routine. I can do that. Also, after reading the Vanity Fair article, I no longer find my CJ Fox jones too light a reading load. He’s writing right into these waves of change happening in our least populated state. If you want to know the zeitgeist as a whole in Wyoming, read Box.<\/p>\n
I’m still struggling with the need to be useful as opposed to the need to just quietly become who I am becoming. That’s the frisson. And, it’s a healthy one. I don’t want to leave anything on the table, yet I know I’ve already done as much work as I need to. What things bring me joy? Lift me up? That’s what I’m hunting for now.<\/p>\n
So, please disregard any mentions of depression. Tune into the first F1 race of the season this Friday in Bahrain. Dance a jig. Talk to your Black granddaughter in Atlanta. Watch Findlay hunt deer. Be soulful with your 16 inches of Winter.<\/p>\n
Amen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Imbolc and the Waiting to Cross Moon Sunday afternoon gratefuls: Jen. The Ancient Brothers on Soul. Driving down the hill and back up again. Jon’s mess. Get a will! Cod for dinner with Collard Greens. Wanted to reach back to the post where I wondered about feeling depressed. I don’t. Considered a 30 minute … Continue reading Late Afternoon Sunday<\/span>