a few early ideas.

waking up early, i want to keep sleeping. it's gotten cold in the night and i wake up shivering, feeling the rain through the open window, wondering how long the rainstorms are going to last. i know that i need to do something creative. sometimes i think that it doesn't really matter what. i used to write each morning--a half hour of broken tales and thoughts spewed onto a page. i wrote each morning when i was losing him. one half hour of brokeness and red hot anger, words words and oftentimes tears. it was deepest part of my hard time and i thought it would never go away... now it's over year later and i sometimes go a whole week without crying :)

i've also been meditating...i like the quiet rhythm that it sets for my day, but i've been falling asleep early in the morning when i try to pay attention to my breath. i still haven't written about my ten days in snowy illinois farmland.

these days it's making something. putting down a few lines. i've been working on a pachamama tribute with my rubber stamps. last night i made an elaborate tortilla pie with the tortillas we bought with alex at "best way" and it felt inspired. then jimmy and i ran around like little kids throwing our bags of leaves and sticks into the dumpster illegally....mine got stuck on the barbed wire fence and we had to knock it down with the bed frame.

chitchatting with my friend mia who is in for the night...

been thinking a lot about generosity and service lately....