End of Month Shock

How is it already the end of the month? We're one step closer to Spring and to warmer weather.

The last couple of weeks have been somewhat of a test for me, but good things are coming of them. My mind is quieter, my energy is returning, and I have more time for others. Puccini, my new greyhound pup has changed my life a lot too. He requires more maintenance and attention than the cats do. He's taking me out for many a crisp walk. The fresh air is doing me good. I'm not much of a dog fan, but Puccini is one hip dog. And he doesn't smell bad like most dogs.

Spontaneity is a good thing. Thanks Craig and Lindsey for being flexible enough on short notice to get together for some Celtic music. I miss you guys and playing Celtic music together. That was fun!

The living room is getting painted this week. It's been a long time coming. It looks awesome. We're going for an art gallery/zen feel with pure white walls (and one charcoal colored wall) to display original art work and photography and to highlight the beveled glass door. The room gets filled with glorious sunlight all day long. The floors, fireplace, furniture, and accents will all be very simple, very nature inspired with a mixture of neutrals, wood & metal tones, and textures.

My practice this week has been relaxed and free. It feels good and has been productive.

My kitchen has been my canvas this week. It feels good to make time for cooking, both for us and for others. It feels even better to eat healthier again.

Communication with all family and friends has been easy and on a rise.

Maybe I'm officially out of my post-holiday funk. I feel better. Hopefully it will continue into March. In just a few months my butterfly garden will wake from its sleepy slumber and the butterflies will once again gracefully dance with their shiny, thin wings among the flowers. They are such a delight, somehow always reminding me to live as freely and with as much grace as they do. For the moment, I will continue to enjoy the crisp air, and the sound of the nearby creeks, very much alive with the cold melting snow.