Just last week, I was relaxing on the beach, warming my feet in the sand, wandering along the water's edge.
Soaking in the hot tub with a glass of good red wine. Enjoying excellent food that I didn't have to prepare myself. Reading. Writing. Day dreaming...
...doing the sorts of things that awaken and inspire the imagination.
This morning, I walked the dogs wearing a sweatshirt and a jacket, wishing I'd remembered a hat and mittens.
Last week, I had no pressing agenda to accomplish, no deadlines to meet, no pressing schedule to follow.
This week, all that has changed, too. The house and yard need attention, there are appointments to keep, meals to prepare (again...), and a looming deadline on a new project. But, now I'm ready for it, the same way I think I'm ready for fall...reluctant to see summer fade but eager for autumn's gifts: the glorious colors, the crisp, cool nights, apple cider and pumpkin pie.
Do you welcome the change of seasons? Does it stoke your imagination?
"So you see,
imagination needs moodling--
long, inefficient, happy idling,
dawdling and puttering."
Next week, I'll tell you about my new project...and its looming deadline.