Nonetheless, my soul remains on the rolling hills of the Palouse.
I’m probably just off reading a book, typing away, walking the dog, or sitting in the grass somewhere, thinking about absolutely nothing.
Soft white flakes dance in the air like thousands of tiny Tinkerbell’s, swirling up, down, and side-to-side with any breeze or movement.
There’s nothing more pure than art that comes from a real place
The woods and undergrowth were still in their winter dormancy for the most part, but nonetheless the crisp smell of the woods refreshed our senses, and in a deeper sense, our souls.
Today, my goals have changed, and instead of trying to lose weight, I’m actually consciously working to gain weight and gain lean muscle mass. With this I’ve done a lot of research, and recently, I made a discovery about myself that came as quite the surprise.
I still occasionally find myself crawling out of my chair in my office and lying on the floor, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling, yellowed by the soft light of my lamps, getting lost in the sea of texture, and losing any momentum I had previously gathered.