Spring has arrived and I don’t know what to do with myself. My mind is a flurry with thoughts and questions, but few answers. What is transformation? How about transition and intimacy? Love? Fugetaboutit!

 Then there’s kindness and loss, flowers and dirt, healthy food and GMOs. What’s a thinking person to do??? When I get into these squeezy introspective periods, I need to back up or out of my brain and see the world from a perspective apart. I can get so intellectual that I make little sense. Even to myself.

There is a lot going on in the boomer-musing mind of me. I have four kids let us not forget, and while they are adults this does not mean we do not interact or that I don’t worry. I have a manuscript in the content edit/revision stage (which is enough to make one insane on its own merits), I have not gone food shopping in a week and a half and the natives are getting restless (to say nothing of the fact that there is no food for me to eat), and I think incessantly. Like a bipolar person off meds stuck in the manic stage. I have been going through folders today (it is my form of disorganized organization) as a way to funnel papers into categories – but then comes the moment of truth – now – when I need to re-engage with what’s on those papers in those folders.

In my small home office I have enough folders to weigh down a large camel – and available floor space is quickly diminishing. One would think the more I organize the less stressed I’d feel, but it isn’t working out that way. As I look into folders I thought were organized by subject matter, I find subsets that need further division and clarification which will only lead to additional folders being created. Which defeats the purpose. What to do?

That’s what I tell myself!

Smell the not-yet-warm SPRING air and let it go. It is possible that I am destined to have numerous piles of paper and folders everywhere. Alas, that is the way it is looking at 2:27 eastern standard time. I am taking deep breaths to remain calm.