I'm stuck again with the thought that I have so much to write - yet really nothing at all.
I've been lazy, a little. There are a few recipes I want to share, that are worth sharing, I just haven't typed them up.
I have a few projects I want to share. Nothing fancy, nothing at all. Just little things - trying to keep the promise to myself to keep creating. Some pillows. A skirt I made, that is now becoming an apron. Bread bags. Market bags. A little lap quilt.
The days, the summer . . .just flying by. I remember being a kid when the summer seemed to stretch on forever. Long, hot, lazy days. Barefoot in the grass. Finding shapes in the clouds. Not a care in the world. I've been trying to recapture those feelings again lately. It's so easy as an adult to get "too busy". I think finding shapes in the clouds should be just as much a priority as anything else. Everyone needs a few minutes to recollect and feed their soul.
What do you do to slow down?