there is a season

and it is turning.

i feel a chill.

when india said a presence spoke

their piece in the house

first chill on my skin.

excitement.

and now, work

and play.

soon winter will lock in.

the furnace will grumble

and hoot.

soup will be necessary

but for now

transition.

moving through

a long trip home friday

there are times in winter when it just seems like there's too much to do juxtaposed with vast stretches of everything taking a long time, not exactly boring, just lengthy. interminable, sometimes. this wouldn't be a problem if we could adjust our schedules to meet the logical rhythms for our individual needs. it caught up to me over break, when i was sick with a sinus infection, then some gastra-intestinal "stuff". i live in this body and this body was screaming for some changes, which i have begun.

 i feel better. 

like most, though, this inner work (whether emotional or physical) is not accomplished quickly or in a vacuum-i have work to go to, fairly stressful, family stuff, fairly non-stressful (thankfully, i've been there, too) and art stuff, finding dome new directions and possibilities. there are plenty of balls to juggle. i'm not too skilled. but i keep practicing.

and it will sort itself out.