The planets are telling me that I can expect a lot of delayed gratification for a little while, and so far that seems to be true. I had expected to be making preparations to be in Chicago next week, and so far it doesn't look like I will be. This distresses me. I miss the Pixie terribly and these delays aren't producing the results I desire. Also, I'm itching to create, and the stained glass workshops have to wait also. But this has also afforded me a day of delightful procrastination, which can't be all bad. In exploring other travel options, I'm alerted to nuances in my financial situation that deserve some adjustment. I got some writing done. I drank beer and glutted on some Jude Law films. I even indulged in a nap.
Normally, I'd be kicking myself for not having achieved more during the day. But I also remind myself that there are times and places when simply stopping, being, centering is action enough, especially if the planets themselves seem to be the ones telling you to sit down and shut up for a while. It's a still life kind of day.
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