What is it about coffee that makes everything look a little brighter? I swear with the first wiff of its gloriousness all seems easier. I didn’t feel like coming to work today. It’s been supremely hot and humid here and finally today the air is dry and magnificent. It’s probably about 75 and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. I just want to sit in the grass and read my book. My book is “Travels With Charley” and it’s due back at the library today…another reason I wish I could read it and possibly finish it. Alas, it will go back unfinished.
I drove to Littleton after nearly turning around about 20 times on the way here, but then I pulled into The Bagel Depot and grabbed a coffee and a pretty amazing blueberry muffin and all of a sudden I didn’t mind going to work so much. Thank you, coffee. I suppose I am addicted to you if you have this effect on me. I’m also addicted to flowers, animals, music, art, and lots of other nice things so I guess it’s not so bad. There’s my reasoning. Plus, Walter told me he read that people who drink a cup or two of coffee a day live longer! I’m quite sure being around animals, art, music, and flowers does as well. Here’s to a long life.
I couldn’t ask for a nicer place to work, though. This is the view as I type….
The sound from the water is as beautiful as the view
I don’t believe I’ve showed you my studio yet. I can’t get the whole space because I dropped the camera on the ground (yet again) and broke the wide lens. Here’s a shot with the macro….
I went to a seminar in NYC at the beginning of the summer. It was an Omega Institute women’s seminar. There were a lot of women who have written books, do yoga, run their own business, stuff like that. Kris Carr-the smoothie guru-was there. One thing I learned was that you can’t write once in your blog and not post in it again for 3 months. I left there enthusiastic about staying on top of my website and blog. That, as I said, was months ago. *Sigh*
One thing that has kept me away is this play I’m in. I have the starring role of “Sideburns Lady”. It’s about 3,000 times more of a commitment than I expected it to be. The rehearsal schedule was insane and now we have shows, it feels like, all the time. I have had this desire to get back on stage for a while, though, and I’m glad I did because it made me realize it’s not a part of my life I necessarily need anymore. I enjoy aspects of it and I respect it, but I don’t know if it’s for me anymore.
It’s helped crack the little shell I put around myself during and after the ride, though, and for that I am so thankful. It’s been my pleasure to get to know the cast and everyone else involved in the show. When I went to the first rehearsal I was so nervous and I sat there analyzing myself the whole time I was there. I couldn’t believe how foreign something I went to college for and truly loved for so long had become so foreign and nerve racking to me.
This process of finding bits of who I was before the ride again has been a long and not so easy one. I still don’t really know why. I don’t exactly know what happened. It’s the strangest thing. The people in the show know a fraction of who I am because I am so darn quiet most of the time which is the opposite of how I used to be…the total opposite. But whatever…I think I’ve been in my cocoon. That’s always a quiet place. I think one little wing has started to break free, though, and it’s bright blue! Oooh…that would be a pretty logo. Maybe I’ll make up a stamp of a blue wing coming out of a cocoon. Hmmmm….
Aside from the show, we also bought a farm, moved into this new leather studio, and tore the kitchen apart. Right now we’re doing dishes in the bathroom.
No kitchen, but when you have a cookie craving what must be done must be done.
My brother-in-law, sister, sweetheart, mom, and I are ready and raring to make our dreams of running a farm a reality. With my mom’s house and land along with this new farm across the street, we have a pretty stunning setting for lots of veggies, flowers, and some more animal friends for Soj. The next step is a greenhouse.
Someday soon, old barn, you will house animals, starts, music, and laughter.
The old farmhouse across the street from our place….
We plan to continue the driveway on the other side of the street up to the barn. One day it will be lined with sunflowers, rock walls, and picket fences.
I’m leaving for Spain in a few weeks, too, to walk part of the Camino de Santiago with my sister and mom. I’ll be gone for the month of September, but I’ll be sure to write about it when I get back.
Well, it’s time. These bags are begging for their straps…