Sitting here nursing a mug of blackberry vanilla tea. Cold outside and I see a blue kite stuck in the tree across the creek from me.

I washed my hair and put my robe back on. I’m going to a special Tai Chi class this afternoon called “Let It Go.” We’ll stay for lunch afterwards, which will be nice.

Leisure is in ample supply. Sometimes I have so much it begins to feel like boredom if I don’t watch out.

Vernon Howard said “Boredom comes from living on the intellectual level.”

Gotta go. I want to let the words go in favor of something higher than a kite.

Love,
Vicki