Like straddling a runaway mule....

I enjoy posting in the evenings so that when I open email in the morning I am greeted by a warm comment or two like finding old friends at the fence with a warm smile and a cupcake in hand. But I had nothing to say. NOTHING. Me the yappy one drew a blank.

And so, no warm greetings this morning and I still had nothing to say. Until I looked out the window and saw....snow. Again. At first I cringed and then secretly smiled. I love Spring and knowing all will reawaken; the summer breezes that dance among the windchimes, the cricket songs (oooh I love crickets), the smell of flowers and grass and so on and so on. But it also means weeding and mowing and allergies and humidity and ticks....which I'm not ready for. And so for a moment I thanked mother Nature and her wisdom. I relished the thought that I could hibernate inside a bit longer. That I wouldn't have to add the list of outdoor chores to the list of indoor chores that sing a song of guilt if I steal away to the studio.

It's as if I have one foot inside the warmth and comfort of home and one foot outside ready for the possibilities of a new season. And I smiled at the similarities to my life; I have one foot in my old familiar life even though I know I've outgrown it and another foot tentatively touching the darkness of an unknown path. The funny thing is that with each step I take into that unknown more is revealed. As if I carry a flashlight that lights the path before my foot. And yet, instead of releasing my foothold on the path behind me, I instead stretch myself to straddle both. I wonder at what point I'll snap like a rubber band. Tee hee.

So yep, aren't you glad I had nothing to say?

This hibernating bear is getting her bootay in the studio today.

I have to but there's things to dust, laundry, dishes.....

oh and the damned doc appt....jeez