OK, it's been a while... what can I say? You know the old story: "When he woke up, he did not know whether he really was a man who had
dreamed he was a butterfly or whether he was a butterfly now dreaming he
was a man." It's that time of year and the garden is full of flitting farfallas, mariposas, you know, butterflies.
And at times, I feel like that guy/butterfly, as living through this pandemic becomes more and more, Groundhog Day, over and over. But it's cool. Lemon/lemonade. Solitude is good for the soul, mind and body... if you do it right. Even though covid is still hitting Oaxaca pretty hard, I'm lucky to have the garden, music and audiobooks.
Just not going out much, only to my Friday tianque for produce and bugs of a different sort.
Dearest Chris! Always impressive no matter the endeavors. You're amazing! Love your words, spirit and photography. Think of you so often. XO
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, hopefully the ground hog has moved on
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Yes, Julie, lots of shared memories. I bet I can name the most powerful one, at least for me. And you? So talented in so many ways. Glad to see how your life and progressed so happily.
ReplyDeleteSteve and Bev... Moved on? Try moved in... and he's smokin' like a chimney and wants breakfast in bed ;-)
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