I reaaalllly need to get some work done today, so of course I am instead perusing upcoming forest farming webinars. Goldenseal and other non-timber forest harvesting? Hell yeah. And before I know it, it will be morel season again. I'm so crazy to finally get back out to the woods. Ali talked about maybe taking the dogs to the villa Thursday, and it will be warm, but it's supposed to pour. I wouldn't mind that, but I'm sure with the melting snow it will be a soupy, muddy mess. 

Full moon tomorrow. My heart is also a very soupy and muddy mess right now too, although I guess I mean in a good way. The world feels very raw, but not necessarily in an unpleasant way. Like I posted about last night, the snow is so beautiful and I feel very tuned into how pretty the landscapes of my life are in this new season. Algonquian-speaking tribes actually had a specific name for this particular season of late winter and hard budded pre-spring, before all the flowers and green of real spring: popanow. I've always liked that because this time does seem like a fresh, separate season from the early dark, purply browns of November and December. 

I had another nice dream last night - this one was about old school Legends and playing Yan, something I used to dream about a lot, but haven't really in years. It felt good, like seeing an old friend you haven't hung out with in a long time. 

I guess that's so silly and a little childish. But it's been good to have a few nice dreams in a row instead of my usual like "replaying hard conversations from my life but in the dream I say everything right, unlike in real life where I obsess daily over my failures" and the old favorite, "really really unsubtle metaphors." Some kind of energy being gentle with me right now. I appreciate it; I'm a tired old husk of myself.

Hah, okay, and here's something funny. I was nominated for my company's "Tiger" award - the person who best represents the qualities of the Chinese zodiac sign. My nomination mentioned how "quietly brave" and positive I am. Quietly brave! My, my. 

It's probably time to stop chattering at my own blog and go run. I was getting dressed earlier and actually had something of a positive moment where I thought my stomach seemed a little cute and not so out of shape as I've felt recently. It's been good just setting an actual goal with my running, as small and bite-sized as it is, and sticking with it instead of freaking out when I don't have time or the ability to do what I used to be doing every day. Ha, we were talking about running/exercise at Galentines Day and everyone was being so negative about it when I mentioned how much I liked to run. I get that a lot of people hate it, yet every time people go on about it, I want to be like "Cool, the stuff you like is stupid too!"