Happy Holidays
I’ve signed up for a race and I’ve been training. I’m slightly sidelined and up at 4am because of incredible nauseating dizzy spells. One hit when I was coming up the deck stairs and I almost fell backwards which was … crazy.
It’s probably some seizure activity coming in like a storm – or it’s that iffy pork I tried to make for supper. I guess it did not survive the power outage from the big storm.
I went on protein water + L-Glutamine + N-A-G while fasting and the colitis did get better. My energy improved and I was able to go back to the gym
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When I was a kid, Grandpa always had ‘The Red Shed’ and it was always…”go out into the red shed and get…” I helped Grandpa build things with a lot of gusto. The shed had a place for each and every single thing, and it was clean. Very clean. Cleaner then most people’s homes. I would guess my farm-wife grandmother had a lot to do with that.
I dreamed last night that I was in the red shed again.
I was speaking into the air, “just move something, show me you’re here. I miss you.”
But it was dark inside, and nothing moved, but on the top shelf I saw one of my old plastic containers chocked full of my paint brushes.
I hadn’t really considered how long ago my story to become an artist had begun in earnest…it’s been ages. It is definitely time to get to it.
They didn’t move anything on the shelves, but maybe I was shown what I needed to see.
