Heidi

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    Heidi: Midsummer

    The emotional tumult seems to have passed, and lots of writing ensued. 8 pages two days in a row, then 17 pages the day after, and a new structure for the Memoir has revealed itself. Since then, I've been writing small snippets and letting things percolate. There has been knitting, and watching Ozark, which I'm late to, and is excellent. Today a blanket of fatigue wrapped itself around me at 10 in the morning. I napped and woke up tired, a sure sign that I need to be Still for as long as my body and soul require. I was able to make my way slowly through some house chores, which is always a comfort, and having the house neat helps my mind stay calm. I'll probably take a couple classes in fall on families in transformation. I wanted to also do an independent study on the Hades-Persephone mythology, but the professor who would do that is in Sabbatical all year. The Way will open.
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    Heidi: Midsummer

    Breakfast, lunch, dinner . .. .🙂 I don't shop at all if I can help it. I always save the first pankcake for Tiu: I cut it into small squares and let them garden, then bag them as treats. He was pleased! I've been emotional lately. Probably related to the upcoming lunar eclipse, but maybe just random. I wrote 8 pages yesterday and then again today in my journal, and have been reading new to me stories. Today I started Carman Maria Machado's In the Dream House. I'm giving Persephone and the Memoir a rest as I let the Writing go where it will. Utilitarianism, murder mystery, a scalding rant or three; it's all good, and raw, and I've sworn my best friend to promise that she will burn them upon my death. 🙂 I like writing with a fountain pen; it's much faster and I can capture thoughts more directly. Lots of tears, though, so it's not for the faint of heart. I've been posting stuff directly to my blog, and then releasing it, not tracking word counts or anything. Sorta where brave meets stupid.
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    Heidi: Midsummer

    I don't think I have any lavender, though that sounds delicious. Lemon is a given of course. 🍋 You know it! I love not shopping and using whatever is in season in different ways. It's a different mindset, for certain, but one that has a rhythm. I have some roasted garlic-chive cheddar from the farm. That could happen.
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    Heidi: Midsummer

    A storm is edging by and the pressure systems are duking it out and my head is wrecked.
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    Heidi: Midsummer

    It's Tuesday, and that means vegetables. And eggs. I'm now so awash in eggs that the only recourse is to make a poundcake. Or a quiche. Or both. I've been editing a piece to submit tonight (at midnight, because publishing is a strange and mysterious place). The sourdough sponge is perking along, and I'm happy with the piece so far. This morning I considered taking up the Memoir again. It's daunting, but there's a section that keeps calling me. I'm sitting with the possibility. The application for the Assistant Editor position has been submitted. Speaking of the strange and mysterious ways of the publishing world, I have no idea when to expect a response, but the application has been marked as "in review," so that's positive (right? Right? I'm reaching here . . . . )
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    Heidi: Midsummer

    I've reached the Sourdough Pancakes-for-Lunch stage of 2020, and I can't decide if this is a failure or an achievement. The only reasonable course of action now is a nap.
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    Heidi: Midsummer

    My energy waxes and wanes daily, and sometimes hourly. I managed to mop finally, and yarn came from Virginia. A Cornish hen is in the Crock-Pot, and I might nap until it's done. I spent the morning working on a draft for the Special Series post. Monovision by Ray Lamontange is everyone's assignment for the day. The whole album sends me. ❣️
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    Heidi: Midsummer

    Midsummer and a solar eclipse, a time of revelations and moving forward in new directions, along a new path. I don’t know what I don’t know yet, but I’m here to find out. The challenge looks like an old standard of what-to-do-when, but really it’s less about a checklist of tasks and more about making use of the tools I have as I sit make myself available for the invitation from the Universe. I know it might sound a little woo-woo, but I feel like good things are coming my way if I can simply avoid messing about with everything. Along the way of walking a new path forward, I’ve got some tools to help keep me grounded and to help me reflect. These are the things I’m leaning into right now. I’ve put the Ph.D. on hold for a year, officially, and we all know that a lot can change in a year. Who knows if I’ll go to Ph.D. land at all. This year is all about following the lure and letting the path reveal itself: the Way will open. Daily help comes from: journaling meditation, sitting, sound healing reading (a short story or essay, as well as a novel) Writing the Persephone Cycle (I’m keeping track of the word count) updating here for visibility Good food, including baking bread or making eggs and a salad. When I let my calories slide, my physical condition drops, too. knitting! I’m working on a garter stitch blanket I designed especially to be one and only one stitch -- nothing to remember! -- so that I can honor the healing my body needs and just knit and nap on days when my physical needs eclipse my mental capabilities. walking, especially in the cemetery with Little Dog Weekly help comes from: letter writing: I have two people I owe letters to, and a handful others I’d like to write to but haven’t yet. I like letter writing and it helps me feel connected and whole. I haven’t chosen a day of the week for this yet, but a routine would help. Cleaning the house. It doesn’t take long, and I usually do it on Saturday or Sunday, though with Claudia coming to visit in person, I do a half-clean on that day as well. milk run (every other week) -- if driving continues to be an issue, I might have to drop this, which is sad. I have a share in a dairy herd, and I get a gallon of raw milk every week. Since I live farther away right now (it’s a 2.5 hour trip to go from my front door to the farm), I’m picking up every other week (June 23, July 7, July 21, conveniently coincidental with the court date that means I’ll be in Roanoke anyway. Ideally, I’d love to have a driver take me. Then I could knit on the way. When can I afford a Tesla?) knitting with my friend’s mom, Claudia, who is becoming a friend in her own right Zoom visits with Vivian (every other week: June 20, July 4, July 18) Farm Share Vegetables & Eggs (June 16-Sept 8. I need to decide soon if I’m staying in NC for the Autumn as well, but that will likely hinge on what comes of court on July 21.) Writing: I submitted a piece to Sun Magazine last challenge (fingers crossed) and have a different piece to submit to Gargoyle this challenge. I’m not feeling super motivated to put the effort into polishing pieces up and sending them out just now, but maybe that will become more available as the summer progresses. I have what could likely be a collection of personal essays, but they need to be taken to the next level. I think I might send these to Dan instead of the first chapter of the novel, and he can edit them while I work on the novel, which is an actual epic, and is starting to expand accordingly. I don’t know if I’ll have the first piece to send along before Autumnal Equinox, September 22. One-offs and Concerns: Midsummer marks the beginning of me re-quitting smoking, a habit I picked back up in mid-February as it helped with the headaches. I’ve been lazy and loving it since then, but it’s time to put it back down. [Please don’t send me those super-helpful articles discussing how daily smokers are bizarrely underrepresented in COVID-19 infection rates. I don’t need to know that.] Apologies in advance for breaking into tears out of the blue. Apply to Electric Lit as Assistant Editor (deadline 6/25). ALSO: anyone who knows electric lit or my work, feel free to shout out to the Editorial Staff. At this point, I have no reservations in calling to the Universe for guidance. Court for Vivian’s visitation. We are asking for visitation to increase. I am hopeful that it will. I doubt very much that it will be in person, or unsupervised, let alone overnight. I would really like it if I were able to talk to her, even briefly, every night. Pray for me.