Another glorious morning here at the Park. Yesterday it looked like the grim reaper had descended, with huge dark clouds, lots of rain, and awesome displays of lightning bolts. Hurricane Dean wreaking what little havoc it still could. Today--all gone, and I bet a lot of the smoke from the fires up in northern states that had drifted down here is gone as well.
It's a good day to be outside, and a hard day to spend writing inside! I will be out a fair amount today, but my laptop urges me to spend some time with it as well. I have some deadlines I'd like to make. I will be going into the field for a wilderness program tomorrow, and so will be out of writing (and posting) commission for a week.
Going into the field is always an interesting experience for me. I have jumbled thoughts, all involving varying levels of anxiety about what I am leaving behind (pets, family, daily minutiae), what I am going into, and the oddness of being in the field again, even though I love it. This program is not one I have worked for before; it's called Passages to Recovery and is for adults. It is in the same general gorgeous area as I am in now, although the course area is one I am not as familiar with, so I am really anticipating the exploring I'll get to do.
Flow. I'm in it right now, and I'm just letting go and riding easily with the current. Hmm...such a nice way to do it!