It's been a strange day, dear reader--an industrious morning followed by an unexpected lull in the afternoon. It caught me off guard, this free time, and somehow it feels too hot to figure out anything more appealing to do than stay indoors.
Sometimes I worry I don't know how to relax well...that I don't know how to plan for and enjoy free time.
Beyond that, while I'm not typically one to be jealous, since joining Instagram I'm seeing the inevitable pictures of everyone's summer, filled with trips to their local beaches, their backyard lakes and rivers. It feels like a distant dream, seeing those images and remembering what now seems like a forgotten life, the summers of my childhood, running through orchards and tangled gardens, swimming in lakes like endless, crystal mirrors.
Even though I've come to love the desert in my own way, the call and rhythm of vivid seasons will never completely release me, will never stop whispering in some far corner of my heart.
I finally sat down and sent samples of my novel out to several literary agencies this afternoon. I've a feeling this is the beginning of a long and daunting process BUT...a few friends, including a former English professor, have taken the time to read all or some of the manuscript and their responses make me feel I have something worth sharing with the world.
Finally, thank you for your enthusiastic responses to Sophie and Izzy's artwork...they were delighted by your interest and I do believe they will try to make some art available for purchase in the near future.
I know there's a bit of a melancholy tone to this post...that's okay, isn't it? Experience tells me it will pass and I'll soon be out running on my ankle again, working, writing, perhaps finding a new little praying mantis friend, celebrating the occasion when Winnie finally sleeps through the night, and losing myself in the whirl and wonder of the world around me.