It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.
This week i am waking up in a beautiful lodge in Gettysburg, PA.
(more about that later)
Ron planned a little retreat for himself between the end of camp and the start of school, then he invited me along.
I packed four bags of piles of crap that need sorted, crafts that need finished, necklace pieces that need designed and beads that need earringed.
Being in my house, surrounded by so many possibilities was overwhelming, but here i have a finite number of things to work with and am finding it much easier to be productive.