9 Moons Ago

Within a smattering of days of being home, I realize how much the politics of this country have shaped such a huge debt and depression, that out of it there is growing a groundswell of art and music that are quite inspiring. I’ve been out of the country far too long. But, coming home with a fresh perspective, I can see that people are not afraid to speak out for their needs. It’s a revolution not unlike that of the 1960s, to my uneducated eyes. I could be wrong, but that is the sense that I have… I believe this country and it’s people are not too far gone that we can’t pull ourselves and our environment back from the brink of demise.

Even if you don’t celebrate it, happy Spring, solstice, happy party time! I’m doing really well and hop(e) that you are too!

After I returned home, I was pretty much house-bound for the week because of a bruised left foot. Talk about frustrating! I am now healing well, and got out for a walk in the wonderfully cool weather. The sun was shining brightly and I just drank everything in…*big super sigh*
I even walked down to the old willow tree of my childhood days and the creek where we used to float popsicle stick boats. I am feeling whole, more and more all the time.
I am looking forward to the warmth of Spring. And I played the piano..so good to be home.

Well, just a short check-in for friends and family: I am finding my feet again. I have times of depression, but those pass. I am always finding something during the day which makes me laugh and/or smile and feel this incredible joy. It is hard to explain, this feeling after coming home from Australia. Being gone from loved ones and landscapes for over a year takes a toll. But I am easing back into the routines, the places..and will soon be calling and visiting good friends and extended family.

I have already seen my little nephew, Isaac, several times and he follows me around like a shadow. We’re fast friends already. And have held a tiny newborn cousin, Abby. Talked to some friends. It’s a nice experience. There’s even a palatable radio station here now to help me through the days of no music tv…but better than “just good enough”..it’s sooo good. Finally! Welcome to this millennium, York!

Haven’t got enough concentration to read long passages on paper (for some reason, on the computer I can read easier) and tried drawing a portrait, but again, no concentration. I must be a bit more gentle with myself I think.
The weather is grey and dreary today, but there have been crisp clear sunshine-y days too. I’ll just think of drab days as a way to fully appreciate the days which sing with life, love and joy.

I hope to have a better ratio of those though, don’t you?

I wish them for everyone. You know who you are! Catch later, mates!
xxxxxxxxxooooooooo amy