I feel like I am still living in a separate time from everyone else, catching up, in disbelief about the speed of the year coming to a close. As I try to prepare for the known (lots of teaching starting immediately in the new year), new opportunities are arising. All good, but I'm not sure if this is the heart of my work or if it distracts me. For now, I'm saying yes because I like food on the table. The good thing is that a rush of books is coming out of my hands and I smell melted beeswax a lot these nights.
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just glanced over and see that my last beeswax candle is done and i must get another. the books make me swoon.
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