What is it about the weekend that is so restful, even for those of us who no longer ‘work’ for a living?  I am grateful for that sense of ease and peace that is here on this sunny Sunday.  I love to sit in my favourite space and watch the spruce branches sway in the wind.  The somber and laughing Buddhas sit unperturbed beneath.

I am claiming the day mine – to rest, to find my way back to musings, thoughts, words – to do as I please.  The week days have been most harried and taxing as Miss Potter might say.  Would she say that?  I have recently watched that movie.  She is a most admirable woman and creator of Peter Rabbit.  2016 is the 150th anniversary of her birth and there are many posts and celebrations afoot.

It is nice to sit here in the sunlight, amid my paper clutter. Some things never change. Maybe messy helps my thinking process.  It seems to be working! The letters and words are coming as I  tap, tap on the keyboard. It’s rhythmic and soothing.  It is a different aerobic exercise for my brain.  A change of pace is good for body and mind.  I do wish my flash fiction mode would come back.  I miss writing for Friday Fictioneers.  I wonder what Miss Potter or Peter Rabbit would do to get the story juice going.