Blue clear sky, deep green tree outlined against that sky. Warm sunshine, able to curl up like a cat does this morning. Woke up early this a.m. and promptly went back to sleep. Woke up an hour later to the beautiful morning, fresh coffee {made by my brother}, sat on the porch enjoying my first you know what.
My soul is singing, my feet are dancing, all the while my body is sitting in the sun. I'm enjoying the music composed by Gitchimanitou. Extremely gratifying. Yes, singing and dancing is how I feel this day. Being relaxed, doing things one at a time.
Online, looking at various sites, trying to figure out what the next scene in my story contains. Commented on one blog earlier this morning. I just went back to check on something she posted {Blogolopolis} and look over the comments. The last two are dated "August 1, 2011" and mine is July 31, 2011. Whoohoo. Birthday started already and I didn't even finish this day. Wonders of date line. Yes. Does that mean I am now officially an Elder? Must I wait until 0000 hrs. our time? A point to ponder.
I have several ponders in the works. Must set up a spreadsheet for listing them. Or should I just leave it for posterity to ponder on? Might give them something to hunt down, hey, it could even be a homework assignment or something. Or it might even become the subject of whatever passes for movies in the future. Could become something like our searches through the ancient past. I think some of those writings are like our form of graffiti. Someone might spend their entire life researching my ponders on this blog. Hah. Well, it's a nice thought that.
See what happens when you get nice sunshiny days and nothing pressing to do. I can let my imagination soar in that blue clear sky. I mean clear, blue sky, I think. Somehow, methinks George Strait has influenced me more than I thought. Blue clear sky it is.
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31 July 2011
18 June 2011
Relaxation sure helps knock stress levels down.
Today is a new day. It's been raining, sprinkling off and on. It's a great help for keeping the area wet. I looked at a news article about the wildfire in Arizona threatening some ancient sites. I'm not following the news all that consistently. Checking out headlines can get me off on a tangent that keeps me from doing what I need to do.
I chillaxed yesterday afternoon. Watched TV, cooked a fast supper, made some inroads on a project I need to have finished by tomorrow. Tried to get the portions on my plate to easily finished sizes. Trouble is sometimes the number of dishes presented for consumption make it hard to decide what to take and what to leave.
Well, relaxed too much, methinks. Here it is the 18th already. Started my blog, then had to work on the beading project that landed in my lap. Got one feather done. Started on the other one. Now I need to finish that one before 1100 because the powwow grand entry is around 1300. That gives just enough time to get there from here.
Turned muggy for a couple hours today. Hope it stays nice this weekend. Dancing in wet moccasins: not my idea of fun. On the other hand, dancing when it's muggy isn't fun either. The only fun thing when that happens is getting to visit with family and friends. Eating fry bread and wild rice. Watching the dancers, specially when they dance for fun, for the sheer joy of dancing. Then it's fun to watch, then checking to see who misses the last beat. Hah.
It's great when the singers try to outfox the dancers. There are quite a few dancers who miss. I rarely miss. Then made the mistake of telling one singer that it's something in their voices that signals the end. Missed a couple more times. Now I look for the signal they use. Ahhh. Fantastic sights and sounds, groans from those who miss, smirks from those who don't, congratulatory smiles and heads nodding. Yes.
Sitting around the table when we eat is an occasion for teasing, laughter and more visiting. Sometimes, a new relative is discovered. New relative...long lost isn't quite it either because they've always known where they're at. Can't think of the word.
Ahh. Coming home from powwows was relaxing, even with a long drive. The sound of the drum stayed with for most of the trip home, or until I fell asleep. Carry those memories with me to this day.
Well, relaxed too much, methinks. Here it is the 18th already. Started my blog, then had to work on the beading project that landed in my lap. Got one feather done. Started on the other one. Now I need to finish that one before 1100 because the powwow grand entry is around 1300. That gives just enough time to get there from here.
Turned muggy for a couple hours today. Hope it stays nice this weekend. Dancing in wet moccasins: not my idea of fun. On the other hand, dancing when it's muggy isn't fun either. The only fun thing when that happens is getting to visit with family and friends. Eating fry bread and wild rice. Watching the dancers, specially when they dance for fun, for the sheer joy of dancing. Then it's fun to watch, then checking to see who misses the last beat. Hah.
It's great when the singers try to outfox the dancers. There are quite a few dancers who miss. I rarely miss. Then made the mistake of telling one singer that it's something in their voices that signals the end. Missed a couple more times. Now I look for the signal they use. Ahhh. Fantastic sights and sounds, groans from those who miss, smirks from those who don't, congratulatory smiles and heads nodding. Yes.
Sitting around the table when we eat is an occasion for teasing, laughter and more visiting. Sometimes, a new relative is discovered. New relative...long lost isn't quite it either because they've always known where they're at. Can't think of the word.
Ahh. Coming home from powwows was relaxing, even with a long drive. The sound of the drum stayed with for most of the trip home, or until I fell asleep. Carry those memories with me to this day.
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