Given what I feel and what I read and what I know (you know?), this week’s energy carries with it some hard edges and potential for heaviness.
I’ve already felt the flames licking up the past few days, so I’m lying low and nurturing myself in all the ways that help me remain focused, centered, and balanced. Since my current labors of love include creating a small public library in my tiny rural town and, as a spinoff, wading into the uncharted waters of becoming a bookseller surrounded by piles and piles of boxes and books in my WWII-era cinder-block garage…
…it’s easy to see why this Norwegian video tickles my funnybone. Maybe yours, too, if you’ve ever contacted Tech Support. Viewing problems? It’s also on youtube here.
“When life becomes a wade through vaseline…” Have you been hiding in my kitchen? You hit that nail on the head. Glad you enjoyed the post.
Hmmm, I’m sorry I can’t answer that. I’ll need to transfer you to an engineer. Ah, I see you’re a poet. Perhaps you could approach the question from a deep, existential place…?
Always good to see you here. Thanks.
Ah, yes, but I didn’t want to click on the youtube link because I was afraid I would lose some of the text on this page. Are you sure I won’t lose any of the text?
Good for you, Rachel. When life becomes a wade through vaseline, I also get off my case and give myself a dose of tenderness.
Thoroughly enjoy this video.