This morning, as I sat writing my morning pages, the first entry in a spiffy new notebook, I watched the sun peek over the eastern hills and I marveled at the simple knowledge that we live near a genuine star, that it gives us life and light, and is just the right distance away to do so. How amazing is that?? How can it be an accident?
Well, of course I know sunrise is not a new concept, but sometimes it helps to “re-notice” things we take for granted.
As many of you know, winter can be a real struggle for me–everything seems more difficult and takes longer. Today, looking at the sunrise, I felt like a mama bear waking up from long months of hibernation. I am so thankful to be feeling better.
Yesterday I had my hair colored and cut, sent off a batch of ATCs for a swap I’m in, and did some mental brainstorming for the first Parable book. I know the hero, Slade Barlow, quite well, but his lady, Joslyn, remains something of a mystery.
I didn’t take that walk. What good is a commitment if you aren’t accountable for it? I’ll try again today. Try, try again. Exercise is an excellent remedy for the blues, and then there’s the fresh air, and a passing chat with my horses, out there enjoying their big pasture–and their breakfast. (Horses definitely eat like–horses.)
I’ll be off to Colorado Springs soon, to speak at the Pikes Peak Writers Conference, and hobnob with other scribblers. I love that part of the country–good friends Debbie Korrell and Steve Miller live there–and it’s always a treat to visit. Deb has promised we can go to my all-time favorite restaurant, Souper Salad.
For today, that’s the news.