I haven’t spent much time this year visiting my river. MY river. Notice how I call it that?
I went for a couple picnics this Spring, but there was no lazy time of river wooing where I would sit beside the river and write and take photos and scribble inlets of thought in my notebook praying they would make sense later. I drove through with a couchsurfer or two.
We got out and they were amazed by the flecks of gold in the water. Yes, we are the land of the gold rush. That isn’t just a folk tale, it is how California came to be who she is today.
2012 has been a squeezer year: that time when I expect to have bushels of time when what I get is a tablespoon of leftovers after I’ve done everything else I’m supposed to do.
I think of my calendar. The weekend after this one is completely booked up now, a week out. The weekend after that I plan to go out of town.
I think I need to take a mental health day during the week to be with my friend, the water, the falls, the surprising coves and the changing face of my beloved.
It will be intriguing to see now that I have set this intention, how long will it be until I realize it?
I am thinking as you read you are daring me to make it soon and make my time there well invested.
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Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield.
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