Solitude & Communion

Well dear ones, it is official. My living situation is changing dramatically. I am moving into my friend's dining room, recent massage clinic, now Christyna's den. My partner is moving into a small solitary space. He will have the cats with him, so he won't be entirely alone.

What an experiment! I will be in a vegetarian house with four other women. We range in age from 21 to 36, 2 lesbian, 2 straight, 1 'humansexual'. My main house-care task will be to tend the front garden! Everything outside the fence is planted with the intention to share with the neighborhood, so abundent beauty only! No taciturn tomatoes, or shrinking violets for that area. Only basil, rosemary, blackberries, and profusely flowering ornamentals.

Gardening is good for the soul and the back!

Grace & gratitude,

Christyna

Oy! My aching back

Last year's slipped disk issue looks ready for a repeat. Eekk! What is about this time of year, my seasonal habits, that leaves my spine unsupported? I am casting back for the exercises and advice my chiropractor gave me. Lots of fluid, less sitting at a desk. Especially gentleness in my morning routines.

I am also experimenting with yoga and walking. I cannot be laid up half the summer again. My life is shifting rapidly and I want to be able to keep up with it!

Ciao!

Dust & Fury

Oh my! I'm about to be overcome by strong emotions, I think I will . . . clean?

I have been digging deep lately, wondering how so much of my life got on autopilot. The road to my ideal life has so many intersections on it, I'm afraid I wasn't paying attention and took a wrong turn (or failed to turn at a fortuitous juncture). So this is always with me and this weekend, when I realized that I had had TOO MUCH (how do you know? I knew when I watched 6 movies on the TV instead of attending either of the fabulous parties I had been heartily invited to. Turning into a zombie is NOT HELPFUL. thanks.)

What did I do? I cleaned. Can you say non sequiter? I have purged a 2' stack of books, all of my "rooster collection", and 35# of old papers. The funny thing is that I feel better. Maybe I am molting. Maybe soon I will sprout wings and fly.

Ciao!