Rant for Rant's sake

Howdy doo-de, y'all. I don't have anything particularly sculpted out in my little Zyprexa laden brain so I figured "what the hell!" and we'd take my Forrest Gump brain for a test drive. I've been thinking about pine cones and how such a pretty, decorative seed could be the evil lair of so many sneaky spiders. I gave one to my mom when I was little not knowing that I presented her with the arachnid maternity ward. My poor mother. I have put that woman through so much and she still puts up with me :) Anyhow, latency seems like a theme here. Things hiding in things. Our shadow sides. I'd like to think that there aren't that many critters breeding inside me but if I performed a thought biopsy right now I'm sure some dark and cloudy lovelies would come slithering out. This time of year is always about cleaning out closets--spiritually and literally. Winter and the cold rouses up all those nasty dirty dust bunnies that have been slumbering the rest of the year. It's a form of seasonal solitude. In summer all the stimulation gives you a respite from the darkness. Growth is more visible and needs more consistent tending. Now, is about toiling in the dirt and trusting that the early footwork will result in fruition which is really, frigging annoying to me. My default setting is instant gratification. I've learned to move through that and work towards more nourishing and sustaining goals but I still get squirrely in February. I miss the desert. It has been two years since my last Lawrence of Arabia trek. For now, I'll bag up some old clothes for Goodwill and maybe shake the spiders out of a pine cone or two.  Pleasant dreams everyone.