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The New Year


Finished the year with a good walk in the sun and spotted ...these gorgeous mushrooms! I hadn't seen any in months. They made me so happy and reminded me of how much fun I had this year just stopping everything to look for them. Looking at the small things and finding delight.
I thought I would be asleep at midnight but woke up from a great nap just in time to toast in the New Year with my honey.
Although we have champagne and wine in the house we opted for some ginger beer to ring it in. Its a mix of laziness and amazing wisdom. No one likes to go into the New Year feeling like crap and I've successfully avoided hangovers all year so why go out like that? I'll save the bottle for my studio opening or small gathering of friends. Sharing is caring. I've become very responsible in my old age. 😛😂

Yesterday I hung up my happy bright panda piece. He will greet you on entering and exiting my house. He feels like good vibes and makes the place fun. HAVE FUN will be one of my mantras this year. Yes, I said mantras. Light some incense and get groovy.
Today is the first day of the New Year- which happens every day if you let it. I'm feeling like pouring abundance into the house and cooking up food for the week. Jalapeño cheese cornbread is going to happen as well as some traditional black eyed peas.
Then its studio time- getting things ready to ship tomorrow and working on some record art.
And READING- I didn't make any resolutions this year but set my intentions to READ more and direct my energy to more creative projects and music, etc.
Hoping everyone is in a good place right now and may your 2019 be all you desire it to be!

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