I have fallen asleep several times today.
I would write or research then catch myself nestling into my covers for a nap. Even mental work can exhaust me. That is what happens with chronic illness.
Still winter has set in early in the desert southwest and I have settled into my writing mode.
Yule will be here on Monday. Winter solstice arrives and the death of the year commences. The only option is to descend into the belly of the beast to be reborn into mythical heroes in the awakening of spring.
Read your Joseph Campbell.
Even though there will be no Yule tree or presents, I feel so blessed this year. I am grateful for my little fur family, friends, and neighbors. Although the year has been challenging and I am still very ill, I see a bright future at hand.
Writing is my first love. My personal joy. Now that I have goals to attain and be in love while accomplishing those goals seems to be a dream come true.
I wish all my days are filled with awakening dreams of these special gifts.
I hope everybody has a great and wonderful day.
