
Thank you, Mercury, for getting your butt out of retrograde.  I've had enough of your shenanigans. Finally recovered from some ailments which had me down for the count.  I am giving them the finger and started walking again.  Not being able to walk for a few weeks made me realize how important they were to my mental health and my creativity.  I didn't realize how jammed up I was until I got in the brisk air, under my beloved trees again.  The Japanese call it Shinrin-yoku, or Forest Bathing.  Isn't that the most wonderful term?  It's the "healing medicine of being in the forest".
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| From Salem, MA, 1791. | 
My friends the trees spoke to me this morning and gave me an idea for some new work.  It's a modern riff on the needlepoint sampler.  It's still percolating, but it has something to do with embroidery, tiny ceramic pieces - something to do with tiny houses and stitched words.  Do I know how to embroider?  Uh...no.  But, as usual, when I don't know how to do something, I just plop into the deep end and figure it out as I go, making a gajillion mistakes and often drawing blood.
Enemy time and I will have to declare a cease fire.