Here is where my head is at today (and for the last several days, actually):
Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. ~Mark Twain
Sometimes you're the windshield.
Sometimes you're the bug.
~Mary Chapin Carpenter, THE BUG
When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom, Let it Be.
~The Beatles, LET IT BE
I think it is referred to as a slump, right? I know we all get in one from time to time. Maybe it comes with my age, but we women all hate to blame things on that, don't we?
So in my constant search for peace, I came across this:
by Robert M. Hensel
Cool morning spit on bladed grass.
A thousand silky fingers tickling toes.
The strong scent of natures freshly cut hair.
Mans spiritual stamping ground toward inner peace.
Sounds nice, I think. Walking barefoot in the cool grass. Imagining being rooted to Mother Earth. Thinking peaceful thoughts. Good stuff....
A walk here would DEFINITELY do the trick...
(Picture of Jordon Pond, Shore Trail, Acadia National Park, Mount Desert Island, Maine taken by David Patterson of Stories From Home.)
In my effort to SNAP OUT OF IT, I am working on an Etsy shop. I have laid the groundwork. My next step is to take pictures of my little goodies and get them loaded. Much more on that to follow.
Meanwhile, I believe a nice drive by the beach on my lunch hour is in order. It has always worked wonders!!
9 hours ago