chaotic sanctuary

or sanctuarily chaotic

or both

I'm still here. We are still here. All is good. Just insanely busy.

I don't have anything particularly mindful or illuminating or funny to say.

Just hello

And I miss you all. I haven't even been visiting, there's so much going on.

But it's all good.

So much to do here.

There are still 4 baskets of clean clothes that were moved from the pink and purple house a month ago and have yet to be folded and put away.

I guess maybe they're not too clean anymore.

Ah lah

But drawing a Giant Dancing Ganesh on the living room wall and wandering in and tending my new beautiful garden is more important than clean clothes.

Or grocery shopping for that matter.

bad mommy

Still it's all good

I love my new home. It's beautiful. It's becoming Home. It's Coming Home.

The kids love it.

There are at least a million of them here all the time and every one is happy.

Yogini Shannon and Jordana are right around the corners and I get to see them all the time. Some big wig psychiatrist at Stanford wrote an article that said when we women hang together it increases our serotonin levels and helps us live longer and a daily dose of girlfriends is just as important to our health as exercise and a good diet.

So there you go.

I bet visiting blogland has the same effect as having coffee or wine or lunch with our sister-wives/girlfriends. I know it makes me smile and lifts me up. I wouldn't stop blogging anymore than I'd stop my Prozac.

And that's saying a lot.

It's been raining for 10 days straight and everything's crazy green.

There's a promise of sun today so I'll make another promise of picts tomorrow.

xoxoxo