Monday Morning Musings

Enjoying my first cuppa this morning with the windows open, the sounds of songbirds.  One in particular keeps coming to a pile of natural plant detritus, picking up bits and zipping off to build a nest.

Lizards skitter across the patio, pausing to to do pushups and then rushing to the next pause.  A candle I bought at the Armadilla Works in Prescott is teasing my senses with swirls of orange and green and scents of citrus and mint.  My body creaks and I will workout soon to loosen up all the cranky bits and get the blood moving.  The air feels, even from inside, cool and crisp.  My kind of day.  Gratitude wells and I find myself saying thank you to a presence I doubt exists, but I was taught to be polite.

Last Monday, the day after a ten month journey of bringing a theatre project to fruition, I promised myself a week of sloughing off--scraping off the dead skin of months of working on two major projects, emptying the mind of 'should haves' and 'oh dear I forgots', preparing the soil of my creative self for new cultivation.  Well that promise lasted about two hours on last Monday and before I knew it,  I was tearing down the website and updating it, writing universities for their assistance in my next endeavor, writing press releases that won't be used for 6 months at least, and posting on The Artist's Path blog.  I did at least wait a full week to post on this blog, she writes, patting herself on the back with a phantom third hand.

A friend from grad school days showed up out of the blue to rescue me on Tuesday and we went off to Sedona to take in the beauty of nature run riot, good food, good conversation, and the magic of blue skies, red  rocks and rushing waters. 

Taxes are still due for Path and two grant reports, several financial reports I've promised the board and of course the ever present specter of now empty coffers and the necessity of filling them to produce Path 2013.  

Yesterday on the way down to see Road to Mecca  

at the The Theatre Artists Studio, I asked my companion if she would like to join me in robbing a bank to fund our respective theatre projects--we could split the take.  She said she was too busy and then I remembered a bank president friend of mine pointed out that I would be terribly disappointed at what I'd find in most vaults.  Bummer.  Back to the drawing board.

Need inspiration and it often comes with a walk in the woods.  So folks off to riparian area of Watson Woods here in Prescott, AZ to seek wisdom at the foot of a cottonwood.  Until  next time...