I Smell Fall Coming
…and I could not be happier about it.
Up late after churning out some informational graphics for a client, I’m kept company by a warm beagle at my feet, and a pair of barred owls in the woods outside my window.
“Who cooks for you, dear? Who cooks for yooooooooooou?” they hoot and hop from tree to tree, as if asking around for a restaurant recommendation. I suppose that’s one way to trick a mouse to dinner.
These and other birds have been stirring my imagination in new ways lately, which only felt like pecking until I participated in a guided meditation. Since then I feel renewed and back in touch with my creativity, and I have my dear friend Katrina Martin to thank for it. She can help you get unstuck too, you know. That’s what healing dreamers who love purple do best.
You go check out her blog while I head to bed and quickly, before the dawn birds begin bickering with the owls.
Oh no, I am too late. It only takes one. Today it is Crow.