I am sick of my images this morning, so. . . this. Not a comment on the model at all. Just me. I couldn't even get the "X" large enough to go from corner to corner. So much for that.
I am living a cold, lone holiday season, and maybe much if not all of my feelings have to do with that. Isolated first by choice, then by circumstance. Who was it said, "First we shape our environment, then our environment shapes us"? Or that could be "creates." Somebody else said, "First we create our habits. . . " and that is true as well.
Apparently, I haven't enough creative fire to keep me warm. I wait for something to show up at the door. Something? Someone. Santa, I guess. Old Kris Kringle, the venerable St. Nick. Somebody in red velvet and black boots carrying a bag. Which makes me think of that purple bag that Crown Royal comes in. It is Crown Royal, right?
Sunday morning. A single weekend from Christmas. I must make some presents, get cards in the mail. My mother's birthday is Monday, and I don't know what to do.
Something will come to me. That is what they say.
Or the other thing 'they' say is, "don't worry, it will all get done. It always does, one way or another."
ReplyDeleteI have my doubts...
I've been known to delete everything when feeling like this.
ReplyDeleteJust breathe...
Warm hug xo
R, If I look around my property right now, I can tell you that things don't get done. And I'm just the fellow not to do them.
ReplyDeleteD, I'll take the hug for sure. I'm not deleting. Yet.