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Or this could be titled "Why I Don't Write Much Anymore". Which begs an answer, but every one I have seems sort of whiny and lame. For sure it's not for lack of pondering; in fact, it's probably due to too much mental congestion.

Whatever. I have recently concluded this: I am in desperate need of a philosophical and meta-physical adjustment. Somehow I got to the place where I am incapable of seeing and feeling the good, magic and wonderful little stuff in life, and have replaced it with constant worry, frustration, discouragement, not a little bit of anger and just generally a whole lot of bad juju, which isn't serving me well mentally, physically or emotionally. Yesterday I decided I'm pretty tired of THAT.

So, today a New Deal. And you won't believe it, and I know it sounds cheesy, but the birds are singing, I have hummingbirds, goldfinches, a red breasted grosebeak, the sun was out and it was sort of warm, a wonderful package of magical mail from the emerald forest, no headache, very little other aches, and life is passable good. Now if we can sustain the mood.

Rearranging my priorities, and giving more thought and attention to laughter, color, dancing, music, the Cirkus project, making stuff, slowing down, and doing more of what I wanna and less of what I hafta. And making lots of tshirts. The material is endless. Oh yeah, less resistance, less fighting, less struggling. Not so much accepting, but deciding to stand to the side and let it spin itself out, and not at my expense.

And finally, taking time out for banana popsicles and pondering breaks.

An Rx for sanity.

Who knows, maybe I'll start back to writing again, but for the meantime, I'm pretty content with observing thru the lens and sharing the occasional thing here. So stay tuned, or just drop by if you're inclined, you never know what might show up.

Well, except for the 18 tons of gravel, I'm pretty certain that'll be here on Wednesday...