...you sweet thing you. Your first day woke me with the most glorious sunrise. You poured orange and cobalt around my sleepy gaze and sent me back to bed to drift a little longer on my still warm dream. I was dreaming about my brother’s wedding day and there were boat rides and a band, clinking glasses, cocktails, hoopla and handshakes. Every one I looked at was grinning like the Cheshire cat. It was a good dream.
I walked the dogs next to your pastel spun sky and praised the moment for its peacefulness. I made latte’s and read the paper next to a blazing wood stove. After eating a home cooked meal and clicking on the Christmas tree lights, I made my way up to the studio. Firing up a podcast to paint to, I sat down and simply began. And even though you are quiet and mysterious, and not telling what is coming December, I wanted you to know that I recognize the gift of you. I am open to wherever you want to lead me. I’ll continue to show up, trust my gut and begin anew each day if you take me where I need to go. And yes, I promise I will honor your hours by doing the things which make me come alive and I will believe all the while that you are listening and leading. Deal?