This post starts with me thinking about how I should be writing more than I am. I’ve said this before, but it is a consequence of living in your head that you forget to write or talk or share, simply because you’ve already done it with yourself at length. It can be exhausting to share thoughts with an audience, no matter the size.
And even typing that just now, I am content with how it feels. The words haven’t even been read yet, and I am happy.
I tried starting a zine-style publication, and it has fallen pretty flat for me. I thought it was something I wanted to do, but I am not so sure about that anymore. I’ve been reading tarot for myself a lot, and I’ve really been enjoying that. I’ve known how to read since middle school and I’d say that in college I was at the peak of my understanding. At least, until now. I’m not sure if or how I want to share that skill with the world around me, but I do enjoy reading for others, too.
Chris cleaned up an area in our backyard/driveway and built some amazing raised garden beds. We have tomatoes, cucumbers, sweet potatoes, and tons of other vegetables now. One of the beds is just mine, for flowers. There are also at least 15 herbs in our container garden, and all of them are edible, most of them are medicinal. I think I’d like my next blog post to delve more into my herb garden.
I’m not sure how much more I have to really say, given the fact that I’m feeling rusty in the blogging game. I hope to post a bit more regularly here, and considering the 6 month break, that should not be a difficult thing to follow through on.