Lots of little things are floating benignly in my brain today, patiently waiting for me to commit them to pixels and screen. For once, they are not demanding to be teased out into a longer narrative: these tasty little morsels remain just that.
So here they are!
* Call me Queen of Understatement but, looking at the haul above, you could say that yesterday was a good mail day!
* I loved reading Henry Miller's work schedule aka The Eleven Commandments. Grateful to Maria Popova aka The Brain Picker for finding it (she finds the most amazing things, seriously).
* I had a wonderful dinner with my great pal Cathy on Sunday night at the Moroccan Soup Bar, a bit of a Melbourne institution. As always, we had a great chat about living the creative life and nurturing our creative dreams.
* I've been totally tickled by the comments generated by my last post, as part of Sunday Snippets. I've been pouring my heart out in this space for just over two years, but the post that generated the most comments ever was one that included a picture of a pair of canoodling carrots!!
* My yoga teacher described the area below our navels as "a powerhouse" this morning, and I've been thinking about it ever since. This is not an area that I've been friends with most of my life. Think, sticky-outy tummy. Or period cramps. And, since my Caesarian, a murky numb mass. So the concept that it could be the centre of my being, my energy's hearth, the generator of my feminine power... well, that just might change my life forever.
* This 72 hour offer from Chris Guillebeau sounds pretty exciting. And generous. And very like him.
* A colleague of mine who is a dear soul but tends towards the defensive and territorial, invited me to sit down with him before a meeting to talk me through what was about to happen. I was so grateful for this little act of love. It really put me in good stead for a situation that I was otherwise quite ignorant (and a bit nervous) about.
* Having a quick peak at the Love and Devotion exhibition at the State Library over the weekend. The vowing to return: it just didn't feel right to rush in the presence of 13th Century illuminated manuscripts.
* Swimming, riding my bike, yoga: feels good to be on the move. This also includes the regular though spontaneous living room disco with my little 'un: "Now it's your turn, Mummy Fairy! Dance like a crab! Now dance like a pirate!"
I was sooooo tempted by the 72 hour sale, but a $1200 mechanic bill yesterday wiped out any hope of spending money on anything. Let me know if you succumbed so I can share :-)
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