There is a dead tarantula outside my studio door. It has been there for around five days. Either the cats killed it or it was the victim of the big rain storm we had the other night. I notice it every time I pass through the door and I do nothing about it. Tonight I finally got that this situation of the dead spider represents a common thread weaving its way through me lately. In a jagged little way: I am WAY too lazy these days. In the last two blog installments, I mention that I am back. Back from where? Back to what? I am treading water bigtime in this Creative Game. Tomorrow I will add the tarantula to the compost pile. Hopefully that will initiate the "kick in the ass" that I need to get more productive in realizing the Construction of the Chapel. Wish me luck!
I wish you huge luck, I love you, and everything in it’s time, remember. Maybe you needed a big laze-fest. You ain’t 20, no mattah whatchu think.