Honestly, who stands in front of their furniture on a step stool with a tube of blue paint in one hand, paintbrush in the other — and with no plan whatsoever, proceeds to write out a quote on the back of a bookcase that is smack dab in their living room?
Guilty as charged.
And the thing is– I love it. And? I think (possibly, as we all know how I never follow through on one tenth of the zillion crazy ideas I come up with) I will whitewash it fresh each month and change out the quote accordingly.
So hey! Happy New Year! What did you all get up to? I had two weeks off and they were simply perfect. I really don’t know how else to say it except they completely fulfilled my wild hopes and here I am on the sixth day of January 2014 feeling rested, inspired, engaged and awake. Wow.
Vacations– who knew?
One of the funny rabbit holes I dropped down was moving the furniture around a bit and boy howdy– you would think I would know the power of energy shifts having written a book on feng shui and all — but BOY HOWDY, the smallest shifts and worlds have opened up to me.
I am here to tell you I believe 100% in the quantum physics that the flutter of a butterfly’s wing can start a tsunami on the other side of the world. Simply turning a bookcase 90 degrees and there I was in the kitchen cleaning out junk drawers! Plus two other projects have left the confines of my back burner and are now rocketing through the stratosphere– more on that soonest.
Last year’s word (ala the lovely Susannah) was HOME. Twelve months later, I can safely say all that I meant by that intention has come into being and feels so good. On the dog front, Daisy is doing better week by week and seems to be getting some of her light back. Ollie runs around with a crazy-ass grin.
Above, you can see him in his wee “thunder shirt.” It’s to help him with anxiety– the idea being sort of like swaddling a baby– the snugness providing a sense of calm. I don’t know if it’s helping or not– but I can tell you the three of us seem to be emerging from the grief of losing Henry (me and Daisy) and the emotional turbulence of relocation (Ollie) and getting our silly on.
Right now? It’s time for me to take down the Christmas ornaments, tuck them into their giant wicker hamper and heft the basket to the back of the shelves in the basement. Not sure where I will be this time next year when I unwrap them again– but I feel giddy knowing it’s gonna be somewhere that makes me intensely happy and that I will be surrounded with just what I asked for.
Oh. You CRAZY kids!
Typing to you in this moment wearing wrist warmers knit for me by a darling woman in Ireland! Drinking tea that landed on my porch all the way from Scotland thanks to one of my oldest bloggy friends and I can’t list it all out here because then I’d never get to writing the stack of thank you notes that must get done asap.
Yet, I did want to close out with one share that has me bopping about.
Being the hipsters that you are, you probably already know all about Emily Wells and simply failed to keep me in the loop— no worries, I know how lame I am about music— totally and forever dependent on others to turn me on to new sounds– but this was one of my most cherished gifts– my friend Meghan (omg!! full disclosure— I can’t believe this, but I actually just typed, my friend Coco .. . um, Coco is Meghan’s dog, people– oh well, if anyone would understand that mistake it’s a dog owner) anyway, Meghan is a total music-phile — she made me two mix cds and this song was on one of the mixes and oh, I just love it so much. Had to share — Emily Wells, Take it Easy San Francisco.