Jan 20, 21, 22 ~

Friday was a day to descend into the reality of my current life.  I stayed in a favorite baby doll night-dress all day, and worked from bed.  I wrote in my journal, worked on the new novel, created character profiles and did some artwork with my colored pencils.  Friday was a day to descend... and create.  To reflect... and release.  It prepared me for my Saturday.

Saturday was a day to pull it all together and turn it all on.  I put in my time at the ballet studio and emerged feeling myself and strong...  stronger.  I went home and prepared for the evening.  I was to attend a grand soiree hosted by a well known local piano man, and read aloud a passage from Strange Love, then share intuitive insights with some guests.  More than 200 people attended the soiree, and there was live music by some twenty local acts throughout the night.  The libations were over the top and I couldn't have been more graciously received.  I left a message of thanks for my host, written in lipstick on the bathroom mirror (of course) and then took leave into the night, with my secret escort...

{ I wore this dress (left) to the party.  Hard to see, but it's a gorgeous black and silver evening gown, very low dipped back.  I wore gorgeous satin heels and big hair.  The "dress" on the right, hanging from my lamp, is actually an earring and hair flower holder ~ }

Sunday was a quiet day.  I read... and I wrote.  Contemplated much and cooked up a storm.  I was grateful for the presence of my son and nephew... all weekend, really.  But by sunset on Sunday, the lake called me...  Outside was a beautiful shade of winter; not cold... just too pretty.  The snow was almost soft, underfoot.  I snapped pictures (it's become a hobby, I suppose...) and ventured nearly to the end of the farthest rocky pier.

{ I didn't want to leave.  I find I can't take it in enough.  I find myself wondering... and murmuring aloud, How will I ever live without this?  Where can I go, from here...?  And I find, not everyone can understand that... }

As the light was leaving, I returned home, reluctantly... there to make dinner (Portuguese sticky rice and beans and cheese quesadillas with home-made salsa, one of my son's favorite meals) and dust a banana cake I'd baked earlier, with powered sugar.  The evening was for wine and text messaging...  the wee hours were for music and thought... and now, the morning is for sleeping ~

#peace, bloggy.  Adore this venue of expression and release ~

♥ #ParaGoddess