My yoga class last night was a real work out. Having missed a couple of classes while sick made a difference to my stamina, I suppose. Nonetheless, I felt great when it was over, relaxed and happy.
Didn't have much time for creative play yesterday, but I managed about 30 minutes on "laundry day."
This morning, I've been flooded with a variety of ideas that I'd like to try. Today, I hope to get some time in on "laundry day" and maybe get another idea in the works.
I'm enjoying my reading of nonfiction, one of the projects I set for myself this year. So far I've read 4 nonfiction books and have another in progress and several more in the stacks. I read nonfiction so much slower than fiction, but have made good progress. Fortunately, the books I've read have been compelling, and I've been eager to return to each of them.
One of the other projects I've thought about, but not yet pursued, is returning to reading poetry. This was once an almost daily pastime. How long does it take to read one poem? Somehow over the past two years, poetry books have not been on my bedside table as they used to be. They are all shelved. This morning I pulled one out...a pleasure to be reacquainted with my anthologies. Hello again, Mr. Eliot!