life of a georgia Artist

Rhythm is different for every family. I am talking about the flow of how we get from one day to the next. I noticed with the new job that the flow of my house is changing. I will for the first time in my life be working an evening shift. My children are now grown so I easily accepted the position. I set the ebb and flow of my household by making dinner at certain times or doing errands during certain times. I wake and hit the round or I wake and slowly enjoy the morning. Either way I set the tone of the house. Are we all rushed, late, and hurried out the door, or are we more relaxed, making our lunches, and enjoying the process of slowly starting the day. Whatever way we deal with each day the ebb and flow is always changing. With my working the new evening hours I wont be able to open and close blinds. Turn off and on porch lights. I also will make everyone dinner at noon, so they can heat it at 6. Our rhythm is important to me. My writing flow is also changing. The hours I normally

The Day The day I worked for hours and hours, and then many hours more. For what I thought was great, sadly I found needed more. More work, more words, more.. A simple matter, speech that is, we do every day, we speak to others, we enunciate, articulate, and we do so without hesitation. Once there was a paper, it matter so much. finished, completed, done. Then it mattered not one bit. Your storyteller/poet Debbie xo :D