Something Special . . . for a Lady of the Canyon

Some Joni Mitchell . . . to start the day!

 

This song . . . always makes me think of all those Good Women I've known over the years.

Just ordinary women.  But women who have helped me stay my course.  Or chart a new course.  Or helped re-think what I thought was my course.

Women who model the best in our world; women who . . .

Share.

Nurture.  

Teach.

Live!

I've been so lucky (so very lucky!) to have worked closely for the last 6 months with one of those Good Women.  A true Lady of the Canyon!

Thanks, Judy.  It's been a privilege and a pleasure to work alongside you these last months.

Weave a pattern of your own. . . 
Lady of the Canyon. . .

Ravelry details here.

Words on Some Office Supplies

Yesterday when I arrived at work, the office supplies I had requested were stacked on my desk.

Not only fast and exactly the type of classification folders I wanted (black with a red spine. . . because office supplies should be kind of fun).

BUT.

Also these words . . .

A Minority/Women Owned Business Enterprise

AND

Sustainable Forestry Initiative

Even better!

Thanks, Mary (Office Manager Extraordinaire).

The Restorative Power of Soil: A Riff

• The Festival continues.
• We're in the home stretch now; I can see the end.
• But there are still details to manage and vehicles to maintain and shuttles to run.
• And rain in the forecast.
• Which makes me nervous from a flights-on-time standpoint.
• (But I'm trying to just ignore that right now.)
• For me, the Festival is a stamina thing.
• You see, I have a nice, neat little schedule. 
• Normally.
• A part-time job that has major deadlines once in a while.
• And a micro-part-time job that doesn't.
• And then I added this Festival gig to the mix.
• It's tough to jump into full-time-even-weekends-and-on-call-even-when-you're-off.
• I'm not whining or complaining.
• (At least, not at this moment.  I've done plenty of that.  Just ask my Mom.  Or Tom.)
• I'm just stating the facts.
• Maybe I'm just too old for this.  I think that must be it.
• Because I'm really tired. Physically and emotionally.
• Despite the dark chocolate peanut M&Ms.
• And the wine.
• My spirits are sagging.
• Yesterday afternoon, Tom encouraged me to get out in the garden.
• First, he gently nudged.  I think you'd feel better if you got out in the garden.  When I just sat in the chair like a blob and whimpered, he got a bit more stern.  Get out in the garden before I strangle you!
• Not really.
• Not out loud, at least.
• But he did encourage me to get out there.
• So I did.
• I weeded.
• And pruned.
• And dug out some invaders.
• For a couple of hours.
• I feel so much better.
• We're in the final week of the festival. 
• I think I can make it!
• (Pass the dark chocolate peanut M&Ms, please!)

 

Coming Up for Air. . .

A little soundtrack. . .

 

My life is full right now.  Of schedules and logistics and fires to put out.  But, there are perks sometimes.

That's a backstage pass up there.

Oh, yeah.

Serious Eye Twitch: Wordless Wednesday

My Head is Spinnin'

Anybody else remember this song?

It was one of my very favorites . . . back in 1969!

And here it is, today, playing through my head, all the time.  Yep.  It's the current #1 song in the Soundtrack of My Life.  (It moved up this week . . . with a bullet.)

I'm liking my new job just fine.  But.  My head is spinnin'!  Thank goodness for yoga. . . and knitting.