Becoming a Forayer

 I have been waiting for this day to come for months (years).  Outside my window I can only see about fifty feet away to where my world appears to end in a thick blanket of grey fog.  It is cold and windy outside and I am glad to be inside next to the warm wood stove. There is nothing in particular for me to do except take care of my physical needs, as all of the things I usually fret about have been taken care of or conveniently forgotten.  Why even my husband Michael, is sleeping in today which gives me full use of the Mac Laptop I purchased a few months ago.

The weather here in Garden Valley, which is in the Sierra foothills about an hour outside of Sacramento, California, has been unseasonable.  First it was unseasonably cold and we had expected snow here at 2,000 feet in November.  Then it turned unseasonably warm and last weekend we attended our first Christmas in Coloma event, wishing we had worn tank tops instead of long sleeves and jackets as we stood around squinting in the sun watching the kids' snow pile melting.  The warm weather makes me want to go outside even if all I do is sit on the porch and feel guilty for say, not transplanting the iris and tulip bulbs or getting Michael motivated to help me fix the fallen fence before the rain turned the area around it into a swamp.

But today the weather is just perfect for foraying into the world of blogging and learning how to get all of these thoughts inside of my head out into the world.  I see how this world can be useful for those of us that tend to be introverts.  I get to take my time finding my words, reviewing and editing. This way I eliminate blurting out loud such things as "Nobody can MAKE you feel anything!" or "How much television can one person watch in a day and still be considered ALIVE?"

I have discovered a very judgmental voice inside of my head these days.  My head used to just be inhabited by my Inner Enemy (IE) batting me around, but now that I am not listening to him as much these days a new entity has popped up.  This voice is just as fault finding and critical as my Inner Enemy (IE), but his one is completely outwardly directed at most everyone and almost everything  Not much is sacred from this voice which I call the External Enemy (EE), she might as well be wielding a flame torch, searing everything that gets into her path.

These are some of the issues we may explore as I share with you my insights while studying the Enneagram with the University of Earth, watching my husband embark on a "Fix Your Brain" 6-week program that he purchased from a PBS fund drive, developing a Co-Creative garden with Nature and studying and practicing the John F. Barnes method of Myofascial Release.  So let's walk together down the yellow brick road, shall we?  You never know who you will meet or what you will find On the Road with Claudia, in the wonderful land of Oz.