a rut, a path, a two track...

As I begin my day, I don't know what to do.  This is common.  I remember I need to take a drink.  What day is it?  My awareness clambers around, " Isn't there something I am supposed to be doing?

I ponder about making something useful, be useful Jill, be of service, don't be a bad girl, now, you are moving a bit slow, can you be more efficient?  No, yes your legs are dry, you can put lotion on them, just hurry up now. 
'here here, here, make something useful of your day, don't just sit there.  Well my body is, I can't seem to get in gear.  What gear do you want to be in? 
good question, well my business gear I suppose, it is a week day, a work day.

Well, for every question there sure is an answer, no end to you and you and you chipping in your answers.  Maybe I am asking the wrong questions right now.  like I got out of bed on the wrong side.  Oh is there a  right or wrong question, good bad, judgement.

Crazy

"I am just crazy for you

Isn't that a song?  Or is it "I'm crying for you?"

Hum

Ok, I am nuzzling my self out of being so serious.  Seriously, crazy has alot of energy on it eh, like don't go there, Do NOt enter" YOu know alot of people who are " challenged by this, don't you?  SO?  Hey what is beyond that sign any way.  I am curious,, you know when there is that taboo, then it is time to take a peak A peek at a peak? 

Longs Peak's snow is melting, clouds hover in close.



That may be, somewhere around here, I know I have some considerations to make.  I am reviewing my yesterday adventure, sifting through the sparkling trinkets, they look like gold, smell like gold, but, I see they are fools gold.  For me anyway.

Ta Ta, are you sure??????

  I am seeing  a garden gate, it is white pickets, like the ones I had in my back yard growing up.  There was no gate, just a nice opening, a path that met the neighbors drive way. I painted that fence in the summer, a good manageable task to help the family, and I got to be good girl in the summer.

I am remembering a bit of a story I have been reading, where a pioneer family from the east, starts off with their load of belongings, continually having to make choices about what to leave behind on the horrendous journey.  A precious feather bed is repeatedly chosen, to be lugged over mountains, across raging rivers... giving comfort to sleep on yet, treacherous to carry. The very first person who greets them, on the shore of their new home is a friendly native, who is eager to trade.  He is in a canoe full of cargo, feathers, which he will trade for 2 cups of molasses.


Feathers, feathers, feathers

 I see the eagles that are circling on air currents.  Surfing on air, way way up high., no effort. They just know how to sta I look down at the road, momentarily, then look back, they have disappeared.