Maria and I looked at one another this morning, and we both realized the same thing at the same time. We are both worn out. The last six months have been among the most intense of my life – moving, waiting to sell Bedlam Farm, dealing with a new home, money, the blog, the animals and chores on the new farm, my next book, my e-books and a new and profoundly satisfying level of spiritual work and progress.

Some researcher found that because of the information assault, we make more decisions in a week than our grandparents made in a year. I think this so, times two or three. I am doing more, in more different ways, taking photos, writing on the blog, managing a social media structure that now siphons  easily more than 1,000 messages and e-mails a day into my computer.  I am writing several e-book originals, publishing a paper book – Frieda – this October (we are revising the cover, which I will put up when it’s finished) and writing a book about Simon, Rocky and Red for 2014. Sometimes it makes me dizzy. All of these elements grow and change constantly. (And I’ve decided to do an e-book original of my photographs, and I will call it “Light And Love From Bedlam Farm.”

And exciting time, for sure, and a creative time. But my brain is frying, and so I’m taking Maria and running off for a day or so to catch our breath and just be still. I will be around until Saturday, then gone until Monday. We need it, for sure. My brain needs it.

I love what I do – all of it – but every now and then the muse smacks me upside the head and says go take some quiet breaths. I’ll be blogging through Saturday, but quieting down and silent Sunday and Monday. Give everybody else a rest too.