broken, less, dreams

Fall asters.

I know there’s at least one wren around. There was one calling loudly Sunday morning and then later in the day when I had the door open but was over in the shop yard working on clearing growth from the fence between the shop and the neighbor (again), a wren flew in the house. This happens fairly often when the door is open, they are such curious little birds. This particular wren found it’s way into the little bathroom and in it’s confusion against the window knocked a little vase/container off the window sill that I kept miscellaneous stuff in...scissors, nail file, hair stick, stuff like that and I found it broken beyond repair on the tile floor.

I’m particularly unhappy about it because it is irreplaceable. I bought it in Cuidad Acuña, the border town across from Del Rio on our way back from a river trip. We had crossed the border for a little relaxation on our way back to Houston. It was not just a little vase that I really liked but a memento from my river guide days.

I’ve been feeling a little less, less energy, less limber, some of the yoga asanas are a little more effort. Ever since the medical extravaganza summer of ’24 when I had to just sit on my butt and rest and recover for months my home practice went out the window. Once I was able to go to class again it took about 6 months to feel like I was almost back to where I had been but I feel like I’m losing ground. So since I couldn’t seem to get my home practice started again in the mornings I decided to do it before bed which happened only a few times because, the hour, hour and a half, after dinner is when we watch TV and by 10 I’m not very interested in doing a 30 minute yoga routine before I climb in bed. So I finally gave myself a stern talking to and have restarted my home practice in the morning between taking my meds when I get up and my first cup of coffee. I have to wait 30 or 45 minutes because of one of the meds. I started on Sunday, so now, today four days in a row, even the days I have class in the evenings, I have done my routine, changing it up a bit every day. Today was the hardest, the hardest to make myself roll out my mat and the hardest to get through it. But I did it. So maybe I’m over the hump and tomorrow will be easier.

Yesterday was a busy day for me…yoga, breakfast, grocery shop, made tuna salad for lunches, lunch, went to the Evil Empire to get the thing I forgot to get when I went Monday, walk the dog, feed the cats, and finally sat down for 30 minutes before I had to get up and start dinner. Except that Mikey called, he and Paisleigh and the skirt were across the street and the little girl was waiting for me to come over. So he brought her over and I adjusted the elastic in her skirt so it fit better instead of falling off her non existent hips. While I was doing that she was going through my sewing box and found the zip lock bag of accumulated buttons. She wanted a button on her skirt so she picked out a pink one and I sewed it on the front of one of the pockets. Then she wanted to wear it over her jeans which she did. then she ate all my strawberries while I peeled the potatoes for dinner and then she was ready to go back to her dad. Of course I didn’t take a picture.

After dinner I fell asleep during whatever show Marc put on and when I went to bed I fell asleep immediately and slept for 9 hours and dreamed these long involved dreams all night long. I’d surface just enough to know I was dreaming, being aware, watching it unfold without directing it and then I’d sink down again. This went on all night. Little snippets…being on deck of a sea going ship with rotten boards and almost falling through with rabbit or little dog on a leash. There was also a boy with a little dog/rabbit on a leash (I forget who had what) and then the shipmates grabbed his dog/rabbit and started to eat it so I tried to hide mine under my shirt until we got wherever and I could get off…walking down a long ass hallway of a ‘castle’ with small rooms one after the other on either side until the hall opened up into a small living room with chairs and a couch and an old lady sitting there…sitting in someone’s office interrupting her work while I tried to find pictures of my old work to show her after telling her I was changing my medium to metal and showing her two pictures of that but I couldn’t ever find the album of pictures on my phone (this seems to be a recurring motif lately, can’t find what I’m looking for on my phone) and it was taking so long she lost interest and asked me to leave so she could get her work done. There was so much more but that’s all I remember.

My most recent little watercolor…woodland violet 4” x 4”.