Morning pages
I love my home. I love sitting in my chair looking out over the Perennial Slope Garden with its teacup trail.
I was so happy making those NTU bags years ago. I arrived to the eight hildren and made a bag then gave them all bags and paints. They each decorated their bags. Twas quite fun!
I can still see the snow on the hillside outside, which meas that in this pre dawn first light, I can see the hill where there is snow. Where there isn't, it's just a dark foresst.
I wonder about putting a view ito the deer ridge. I would need someone sighting from this window and someone cutting on the hilltop, just a branch here and there. It would be like having an ocean view from the window!
I was quite stiff when I woke up this morning. I"ve not been stilff like that in some long time. I used to be when I ate sugar. Lately I've had sugar. I forgte in what, but know I did. But also importantly, I've had milk lately, cheese, cream saucein Akaret's sup, in the pie and cheese in the pizza with Judy and Karla the other day.
I loved seeing the deer when I saw them! I looked through at the brown part fo the hillside of the way and beyond...I need a newname for that slope and the ridge behind it. I was thinking how dark and gloomy the view was, but you now, I could imagine the deer has just come or is about to come. Now the slope looks all different to me. It's a place of hope. Loking out and seeing what is imperfect about the view, ie, the deer don't come anymore, the porcupine inst there...
But there is one thing that would make the view more interesting, it would be to go out there, to walk in it. Now that would give dimension to the woods. Life in it. I would make discoveries in there. When I looked at it next time I'd hve a lot more to think about in there!
I was so happy making those NTU bags years ago. I arrived to the eight hildren and made a bag then gave them all bags and paints. They each decorated their bags. Twas quite fun!
I can still see the snow on the hillside outside, which meas that in this pre dawn first light, I can see the hill where there is snow. Where there isn't, it's just a dark foresst.
I wonder about putting a view ito the deer ridge. I would need someone sighting from this window and someone cutting on the hilltop, just a branch here and there. It would be like having an ocean view from the window!
I was quite stiff when I woke up this morning. I"ve not been stilff like that in some long time. I used to be when I ate sugar. Lately I've had sugar. I forgte in what, but know I did. But also importantly, I've had milk lately, cheese, cream saucein Akaret's sup, in the pie and cheese in the pizza with Judy and Karla the other day.
I loved seeing the deer when I saw them! I looked through at the brown part fo the hillside of the way and beyond...I need a newname for that slope and the ridge behind it. I was thinking how dark and gloomy the view was, but you now, I could imagine the deer has just come or is about to come. Now the slope looks all different to me. It's a place of hope. Loking out and seeing what is imperfect about the view, ie, the deer don't come anymore, the porcupine inst there...
But there is one thing that would make the view more interesting, it would be to go out there, to walk in it. Now that would give dimension to the woods. Life in it. I would make discoveries in there. When I looked at it next time I'd hve a lot more to think about in there!