A glorious three day weekend presented itself to me and I quickly embraced the notion of a home-filled weekend. I spent yesterday elbow deep in cleaning out our basement, making donation piles and trips out to the recycling bin. Feeling a call toward lightness, I'm needing space in our home as we move inward for the winter months. This kick of energy at the season's changing has been the motivation I've needed to complete some long anticipated projects.
But today is all mine and I've holed up in my studio with sunlight and warmth streaming in all around me. Book journals are the order of the day as I've dispersed my remaining stock to the three local shops here in Chicago that stock greenie bean recycle: Sacred Art, Local Goods Chicago, and Paperish Mess. I've been planted here for a few hours with the company of a couple snoozing kitties, chai tea, and the likes of the Avett Brothers, Alabama Shakes, Of Monsters and Men, and William Elliot Whitmore. Jimmyredhed is off watching football and I have nowhere to be until Tuesday morning.