I found a beat up old greeting card at an estate sale that had this house and the words I wrote. It so fit how I have felt this past year.
How I used to be out and about in earlier years, but the past few years I've become a genuine homebody. I don't know if that is a Leo trait or not, or if it is just age, or contentment. It started when Cookie got so ill; I just hated to leave her.
Those of you who know me well know how much I loved to spend time in retreat centers over the years. It was in those beautiful places that I re-found myself, wrote endlessly, hiked, prayed, and met and mingled in the evenings if the retreat wasn't silent. But, in earlier years, my house often had a few people or several people off and on in residence.
Now Villa Redondo has become my retreat.
I'm back at work as of today and the last several weeks of the semester are always very busy ones. The weather warmed today, too, which lifts my mood by leaps and bounds. Even hearing the stories of my family and friends who are really struggling were easier to listen to and accept.
I am not as tolerant of cold as I once was. The doc checked for thyroid imbalance last physical, but I'm OK. Again, probably aging.
And I did start my collaborative art work for my art group's (Redondo Beach Art Group) "International House of Pigs" project. I'll write more about that later.