art-ing : )

I think I really did *finally* rest this weekend because I had cravings to be creative - something I've ignored/ not felt/ haven't desired/ haven't explored in a good, long while.

I drew for hours, without coming up for air.
(I'm taking DIY lessons again... starting with the basics - how to draw a line, perspective, shadowing, and my favorite, squirkling.)

I also craved my guitar. My poor neglected Dharma who greets me at the door, every time I come in or leave the house. Who needs one hell of a tuning, I imagine. And who wants some blues riffs to take the rust off her strings and give me some killer calluses.

I also journaled a little - taking some time to write my own version of morning pages. Mine tend to me late evening, as I'm under my bed covers, feeling the cool, crisp breeze brushing my skin, and reflecting on the day, my emotions, and life events.

I wonder if it's perhaps related to the changing of the seasons... the cooling of the air, the yearning to hunker down, bury myself in books and music and art, shut down for awhile...

...like a dog that noses the blankets and turns three circles before lying down with a contented sigh, I think Fall makes me nest.