finding my mojo

 

Looking at the archives of this blog I realize how absent I've been from it in recent months.  Which sort of correlates with how absent from my own life I felt over the past year.  In my mind anyway.  When I look over my photographs and think back on events and visits with family and friends, it was actually a fulfilling year on the surface.   But I've been lucky if I get one post out per week, and if I wasn't posting over at Mortal Muses every nine days I might have dropped off the face of the earth altogether.

I've grown to love this space I've created though - I find myself checking it like I do other favourite blogs, to see if it's been updated with anything scintillatingly interesting.  Nope.  Just more photos of my shoes.  But those shoes have carried me far and today I can say

I feel quiverings of joy thrumming under the surface

I'm regaining the ability to dream up what comes next

I can visualize some of those dreams becoming reality

My mind is gaining strength and vitality as is my physical body

I've started running at the age of 44 and although I've always hated running

I think I now like it

I cut eight inches off my hair and I think I might cut more

I'm sort of digging my crows feet

I might be getting the sass back which Sweetpea owns in spades

It's a start.

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And psssst. I'm musing on other forms of transportation at Mortal Muses today. 
Pay me a visit and see what toys I most liked to play with as a kid.