Namaste blog tribe
Tim and I are packed and prepared for a 24-hour Connecticut frolic. Both of us are still somewhat astonished by the fact that we grew up around the corner from each other. When we leave the city to run around in the same forests we both did as kids – uniquely magical things occur.
Words are pouring from pens and clicking into keys. Poetry: Volume Three will be ready on time. Life is a refreshed shade of wonderful.
I’m still shaken by the amount of existence that has been compressed into the past ten months. I haven’t been back in the States for a year yet… and my entire life has reshaped.
My writing seems to be following suit. Stories once traveling east have veered west, screenplays are being considered and prose pour daily.
It’s somewhat foreign to be settling into a life where I’m not out of my mind chasing something. Such as a gallop from Australia to Manhattan, for example.
I adore and am appreciative of every second. And there’s so much more time to write…
Alas, I think I’ll conclude work for a few sets of hours. I’m going to run around barefoot amongst my parents’ acre in the country and celebrate Father’s Day tomorrow with the best Daddy ever.
I hope your weekend is filled with granted wishes.