Walk with me.

The days are longer when you don't sleep.  That is not usually an affliction of mine.
I wondered if it was the shot of cortisone, or the wild storm, or both.
I woke up at 3am, and at 6am decided to have some cereal and give up the quest.
So it has been a long, long day.

The kittens have been to the vet, two boys and two girls, they have been wormed, they are flea and ear mite FREE.  They all weigh between 1.3 lbs, and 1.9 lbs, which the vet said is perfect for 6 weeks.  She said that they were amazingly healthy for being born and living under a shed.
Bubbalee was a good momma, and she ate well all winter long.
They were delivered to Tammy, who has homes for two, and is working to find homes for the other two.  She is such a 'cat whisperer', that they will be just about cuddly in no time.

Today my mother went over to the studio with me, and spent the day.  It is good for her to get out of the house.
We did a little garden tour.  She was quite the gardener in her day.
She turned a bare half acre lot into an English garden.

I think that giving up her garden is what made her really angry about getting old.
The rest of it didn't much bother her.

She knew all the proper  names of all the plants and trees in her yard.

I bought this snowball bush a couple of years ago, because I always loved the one she had in her yard.  I was very happy to see how well it was doing.

I know this may sound crazy, and I may be risking my reputation as a business woman, but I don't want to make as much money this year at the studio, as I did last year.
I want to garden more, and spend more time with my family.   I don't want to be flying from one order to the next with such speed that I don't enjoy the actual weaving.
Less is more.  Sometimes that is so true.

What makes you happy?
It made me smile to see the high bush cranberries flourishing.   They too, were in my mother's garden.
The pretty flowers around the outside are sterile....they only serve to attract pollinating insects to the buds in the center, the smaller ones, that are fertile.  That is just so amazing.

Something is shifting in me of late.  I can't put my finger on it.
My perspective has changed.  A new feeling is creeping over me.
I want to pare down, simplify, live with less.  I want to get it right, this "what's important" thing.
It may be all the tragedy and death and despair that affects so many.
But suddenly, the bird that sings outside my window at 5:00 a.m. sings sweeter.
The crunch of that green salad is incredible.
The little arms that hug me around my waist are more precious than gold.

Yes, there is a mysterious wind blowing about.
Not a tornado, not a spring storm.
The breeze that blows in the window, and makes you gasp with delight.
Ah.

So, what makes you happy?

I'll bet it isn't money, or cars, or clothes, or possessions of any kind.

Oh, they're nice to have.  Sure.
But the lump in your throat, the tear in your eye,  the glow in your heart kind of happy???
Nah.

That's not what does it for you, is it?