6 Teeth Shy of a Mouth Full.

The past week has been one long blurrrrrrrrrrr. Unbeknownst to most, I had wisdom teeth surgery last Thursday (the 29th) and they decided to pull out a few more while they were at it. Seems my mouth just didn't have the room for 'em no more, and *poof* there they went. I'm usually not one for sitting at home being lazy so this was quite a change...I felt alright, except for the wooziness from the pain killers, but had been advised to rest-and rest I did. This consisted of mainly lounging around in my Pjs, watching films, and realizing how much I dearly missed crunchy food.

After the weekend, I have attempted to pull off the 'work' thing (and have been there physically), but my brain feels like it's floating 6 feet above my head-1 foot for every tooth they yanked. Not sure what it is, probably just my inner longing to be away from work materializing into an elongated dizzy spell, it's definitely knocked me off track. I spent most of the day pondering how I'll ever be able to sort through the amount of information at my fingertips to find the 'pearls' I seek, or rather, that my inner compass needs, to find my way through the mess of media and material society. I always drift back to memories of the time I spent in upstate New York and yearn for the clarity I experienced during my days within the mountains. I still worked a ridiculous schedule (sometimes even 13 hours a day), but had the space and solitude I require just to breathe..and express myself creatively. And honestly. I yearn for that quality of life like I've never yearned for anything, anyone, or any place. Funny thing about finding yourself, you never really know it's happening-all movements seemingly make sense and therefore pass by unnoticed. What you notice is when things change again, in my case, back to a way that works, but not the kind that I truly want to live for.

Now this may sound melancholy, but it's not meant to be. Just some thoughts about thinking that I've strung together on my fifth of December necklace.

A photo from my Indiana trip: My brother's pup, Rascal, all curled up with his corn cob.