Wednesday night: 16 hours of sleep
Thursday night: 9 hours of sleep
Friday night: 14 hours of sleep

I’ve read It Ain’t Easy Being Green (birthday gift) and about half of The Alchemist, made some wicked 7 layer cookies, and prepped the kitchen with the supplies to make Irish Crème (by family recipe). I’ve done laundry, wrapped gifts, gone for a run or two, had a manicure and pedicure, and spent time with Codie.

This morning the sky is a blue so pretty and flawless it almost hurts to look at it, the trees are all naked and there are ice crystals on everything…causing the light to dance. In a few hours I’ll roll out to Sweetwater for a fix of my familiar trails, of clean air, of decomposing leaves and the musk of melted frost. But for now…just the next hour or two…it’s back to bed with The Alchemist, half listening to Clear and Present danger and the swishing of the water in the dish washer while I sip coffee and continue to recharge my batteries.

Slow, silent days can be so liberating.

Kissy boo, babies, and Merry Christmas Eve!

Update - 11:48. The Alchemist is finished and if I could, I’d lend it to you. Grab it when you’re feeling disconnected and wandering, or grab it when you’re feeling tranquil and grounded …what’s important is that you grab it at all. Quiet your mind and your cynicism, listen to what it tells you. Now: bathing followed by that air I spoke of earlier and consideration of my dreams…