Because some times a gal’s gotta do….

Nothing.

That’s what I did yesterday.

After a month being here and a season before that preparing to be here (and to be gone from there), all of it caught up with me, wrapped me up hard and tight, and laid me out.

And I guess that’s okay. Can’t say I had much of a choice.

Maybe if I gave less, did less, demanded less of myself, you know? (Sometimes, don’t you feel the same?)

But I don’t. (Do you?)

As long as I’m living, I’m going to live. Fully. And yes, intensely.

Even in my own quiet, wild way.

Not half-assed, but full on. Building, living, writing, creating, witnessing, listening, loving.

Even when it does to me what it did yesterday.

Knocks me out.

Even that, I did full on.

Nothing part way about it.

Complete shut down.

A day in bed.

And today, this morning, with the cacophony of summer birds song filling the air with the same intensity of the strong light of morning sun flooding our wide open valley, and the pride of seeing the cabin slowly come to life (very slowly though it seems), and the gratitude for my husband for allowing me a day to shut down (and dealing with the normal high vibe intensity that is a wild wave he manages to float upon with ease), that intensity softens, just enough, as the rooster crows and the hens run around work site as if we churned up the ground just for them, and the horses lay prone in the morning peace, and the pup ever ready for play waits patiently for my energies to return…

Until next time,

With love, always love,

Gin