where'd April go?

I don’t know where April has gone. I’ve lived much life in this month and still it has passed me by in a rapid pace. The editing is coming along nicely, I made it through the edits for two whole chapters back to back, before I was taken out at the knees by a common cold. 

Something about being sick in someones else’s house sends me back, makes me feel small and want for home. Well in this case, home is in a number of boxes hurtling down the road on a moving truck. So something about anyone other than my own mother caring for my ill body comes as a near shock to my heart. Like I don’t quite expect anyone to care for me. And isn’t that an awful way to think of those you love. 


So I’ve wanted to do much of anything other than sit here and blow my nose, but sometimes I don’t get say in the matter. 


But I’m nearly to the fun part. Where things come out of boxes rather than in them, and organization takes paramount. Oh how I can’t wait to organize my belongings and adventure to the grocery store. 


I talk a lot about rest and how sometimes its something of its own mind and action. It is odd that it takes a full-blown illness and un-wellness to make me believe I’ve earned the rest somehow. How silly of me truly. 


In addition I’ve been fighting a migraine, which only ever seems to appear on Thursdays, and if I were feeling rather spiritual I’d say there was something about that. But really, honestly, I’d just like a nap, and perhaps to sleep in a bed and not on a couch. I am still grateful however, that I’ve had a place to stay, a place to land, even as I grow weary of the process. 


Oh but what the tale this will be to tell one day, maybe one day when I have children or nieces and nephews. And what an adventure its about to be to find someone to tell the tale to. Its all an adventure and counted all research, if I look at that way I don’t think theres much I could not face or endure. 


So here’s one for the artists who’s life gets caught up in their work and vis versa. Live the life, make the art, and find time to love somewhere there in the midst of it all. 

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