We all know I am a very dreamy girl. My mind, she loves nothing better than drifting, lolling, spiraling and floating about.
Of late, there has been much with the drowsy fabulist spinning out new visions, new ideas. Lots of travel will do that to me, as will long walks through endless meadows.
This is a perfectly good activity for when I am focused on being and not doing, flowing not driving. And yet (you knew there was a yet coming), I would very much like to see some projects take shape already. And these projects would be things I would need to focus my energy and attention on in order to bring them into being--
we are not so much with the waving of the magic wand over here, alas.
But I admit to feeling a wee bit like this red oak leaf-- rather cozily ensconced in the silvery net of my dream world.
but as you can see I've got a whole lotta ice here on my belly.
Lucky for me, the weekend stretches out most sweetly. Perhaps a visit to the local holiday craft fair, perhaps a wild burst of creative mojo, perhaps sinking ever more deeply into this luxury of unstructured time-- ah yes, let's go with number three.