January 17 ~

I'm going to the museum today.  I sort of love it there.  The familiar smell, the heavy front door, even the entrance, trekking up the long walk, past the herb garden.

I had a few Saturdays there as a child, and then began going as often as I could, once I was able.  I've spent entire summers at the museum, hiding out from the heat, escaping the suburbs, immersing myself in other worlds...  

I think I tried to do too much in recent days.  My body hi-jacked me and slapped me with a cold (translation: get down, and stay down!)  Two days in bed.  I could barely stand it.  But holistic health is powerful stuff; I threw everything I know at this cold (Vit-C, zinc, echinacea, mineralized water).

{the entire time I was sick, Jynx never left my side.  good man~}

Last night, feeling better, I traded night-dress for sweats and a tank, put on moccasins and went to the craft store.  I've been gripped with the desire to make things...

As I came home, standing in my driveway, I realized what had been missing all day---the sound of the lake.  There were no waves last night, hardly any sound.  

I stood perfectly still, closed my eyes and listened.  Listened with all my senses...  A light mist had begun to fall.  Fog was descending.  And the smell...  a thaw... like spring.

So it's raining today, a light rain.  Perfect for the museum.  I'll escape my world for the afternoon, and experience other worlds  ~ space world; hi-tech science world; old time 1800's world; Native-Amerian Indian world; Alaskan Eskimo world---and more...

Now that I've grown up (to the extent that I have...) I've often mused that I love the museum so much, because my life and life's work, have been about creating worlds, as an author.

And these days... indeed, this entire year, has made me question what I think I know, including what's real... so cheers to going someplace that's always made me solid.

I'm going to wear a cute fitted black skirt with warm, patterned leggings and knee-high boots.  A fitted long sleeve top with a hipster scarf.  I'll sip my chai and walk the halls... duck into the hollowed out tree upstairs and walk slowly through the under-the-sea exhibit.  Then I'll tuck myself into a coffee shop nearby and work on the new novel.  That is my plan for today, January 17.   And these are the tracks that are in my head ~   < / 3  #ParaGoddess