I revised my website tonight. And worked on a story.
I feel tired in that wonderful, glorious way you feel when you’ve exerted yourself and accomplished something. Not that I haven’t been accomplishing quite a bit with all my endeavors of late…but it wasn’t my creativity. Not my artistic creativity.
Without a doubt, homeschooling is one of the most creative – and satisfying – endeavors I have ever engaged in. But it’s not like writing a song or penning a story or finding a way to let your soul speak through imagery, tone and color.
I need that. How many times will I need to remind myself? Oh, well…at least I do manage to find myself back to the place where I always wonder how I ever left. But I’m there. Tonight, I am there.
I took off work. Partly because I’m still not over my virus, and the physical symptoms are starting to scare me. Better pay attention.
And partly because I just thirsted for a long drink of silence. Right now it feels warm, like a hot cup of tea falling in slow motion into your stomach, a soft landing, a slight explosion of comfort radiating outward.
And I think I just might be able to sleep tonight. I just might.
