Breathing

Today, I am trying to breath.

I mean, I am breathing, but I am trying to breathe mindfully. That’s what is a challenge for me.

It’s hard to be in a situation where one person is so available, and the other is less available (though she wants to be), and things, plans, ideas keep changing. It’s hard for me.

I spent the morning hiking on two miles of land, learning about all kinds of wild native plants (motherwort! burdock! yarrow! yellowdock! wild parsnip!) and meandering the rolling hills of southern Wisconsin. It was a wonderful way to enjoy my day, and now I’m a bit exhausted, but enthusiastic. I’d like a garden now, in which to grow my own herbs, to make potions and brews and oils and incenses from. I think I need some window boxes.

I guess I’m not much for writing this afternoon. I did, however, decide that I’m going to negotiate a $45,000 contract as an editor with a publishing house. Not sure where or how, but I’d like it in the next three months. May it be so!