I was up late last night finishing the last of Stieg Larsson's trilogy, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest. I couldn't put it down, so I stayed up until I finished it. By then I was wide awake, so I carved a nighthawk... it seemed appropriate and it relaxed me. The drawing is more approximate than exact; call it artistic licence.

I'll be going to the library to return the book and ferret out more to read. I am so grateful for our library system.

I spent yesterday putting out a string of little fires. I'm not one to let things malinger; I prefer to confront little problems and get them out of the way -- stat! The downside is that I get exhausted and I'm thinking I should start meditating again. I've also let my yoga practice (Hatha) go because of tiredness, so it's a vicious circle. But I have to start somewhere, so I will.

There was one bright moment when I looked up from my work and saw a nighthawk circling the park. I watched it until it disappeared into the horizon. It must have sensed the question I asked here and answered me!

Portal

Nighthawks

A spread in my visual journal with a legitimate question. I used to wait for them in late August and watch them circling the sky. Some years ago they disappeared. I still think of them and wonder where they are.