Well, blogging once a month is better than not blogging at all (I hope). How can one write, though, in the midst of a vast allergy attack/cold?

Nevertheless, I will say that life is very strange right now. I am living in a rental space. in a sense. We have sold the house we have lived in for seven years, a beloved space, and fortunately have sold it to people who will love it similarly, I trust. Rent back through the end of July. And we have a contract on a high-desert equivalent to this moderate-rain-forest house.

What am I hoping for? A different rhythm to my day. Haiku responses to the surroundings. A ritualized spiritual discipline. Why should it be different? I realize we take ourselves wherever we go. But I also do not underestimate the power of the elementals, the surroundings.

Already I have initiated some things new. Besides the daily exercises for my wrist, I exercise daily on the lyre.