11/27 – Sedona backyard

Even Sedona eventually gets cold in the winter. At least at night. We’ve been breaking up the ice in the birdbath so the birds can have their morning drink, and it seems that they really look forward to it. Beats ice skating at that time of day.

Cold and clouds slow me down, mainly because my neck and arm have to adjust. There’s definite improvement overall, but weather is a factor. *sigh*

Yesterday it was warmer, and we drove to the top of Oak Creek Canyon to do some holiday shopping at the Navajo outpost up there. The jewelry and carvings are stunning, and we bought a unique housewarming gift among other things.

I’m still learning the meaning of patience, as I work with my arm and wait for news on the book proposal. There have been some very nice rejections (ho ho) and positive feedback too, but nothing more definitive yet. Anyone remember the line from Robert Heinlein’s “Stranger in a Strange Land” — ‘”Waiting is fullness”?

So I continue to wait, and try to be full in the meantime.

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