Rainy Fridays

I feel like rain and gray skies should somehow inspire some romantic thing in me, make me feel like writing wonderful, melancholy, strange songs or sad poetry, but it doesn't. I just want to take a nap. I have so many things to do, but the thought of doing any of it makes me want to cover my head with a blanket and put roots down into this couch. And then I start beating myself up, because I have so much to do, and I should be PRODUCTIVE!!!

So what about fallowness? Letting the fields rest for a season or two so that the nutrients necessary to grow food bursting with flavor and vitality have a chance to recharge? We forget to do this for ourselves. I have had a week consumed with activity, much of it not of my own devising. This is how a lot of us spend our time: Fatigue and depression are rampant.

One of the best things I did all week was take a drive out into the Wapsi River Valley with my son and traipse around with him while he took copious photographs. Some of them are fantastic. Some of them are gallery-worthy. But none of that is as important as the fact that my son and I were out in a part of the world where cell phone reception is non-existent, on a gorgeous day, taking pictures of stuff.

Photo by Byrn Dafydd Paul, April 11, 2012.

Spring is a funny time

Spent part of the day sneezing my head off and feeling utterly miserable, and part of the day outside helping the man I love tear part of a tree to bits... I had noticed a lot of dead branches in the redbud tree and mentioned it, and instead of weeding the dandelions and mowing like responsible, sane people, we attacked the redbud. Well, it needed doing. Redbuds must be really terrible wood - the wood almost shatters when you break it. So I broke several large branches and a whole mess of smaller ones into small enough pieces to fit into the city yard waste bags. It's meditative work, quiet, peaceful. You would think I'd have spent the time musing upon life, the universe and everything - but I did not. I spent the time in the moment, enjoying the breeze and the sunshine and the crisp spring air, not thinking of anything in particular. Sometimes you just have to let it all go. We shall see what has been stirred up in this head of mine in the days to come, however... Just you wait.

Well, No Promises Were Made...

It's been several days since I started this up again, and wow, true to form I have completely ignored it. Whaddayagonnado?

It's a quiet and reflective morning of laundry and grocery coordination... Feeling all domestic and have a strong urge to hibernate. All Fridays are good, but this one... Well, define good... Most people get a day off so this de-facto Christian Nation can celebrate a mythological character getting nailed to some boards and left out in the sun for a few days. Have fun, y'all, but keep it out of my face, would ya please? You don't have to rub it in. I'm going to make deviled eggs and eat chocolate, sure. I love deviled eggs and chocolate.

I have finally managed to put together the Inventory of Projects that I am currently in the middle of. Eesh. It's a big list, and I think I have forgotten a few things. But at least now I know some stuff won't slip through the cracks completely. Like, for example, this blog...