Jen Plays Ukulele

 Hooooooly moly, it's the last Monday of February and how the fuck did we get here? March starts this week, but the weather up here already feels like April or May. We've had a hell of a weird winter - a couple of snowstorms, but nothing like it used to be. We had a flood the week before Christmas with warm temperatures and rain washing out all the snow in the mountains, and the snowpack never really recovered. No ice fishing this winter, either, because it hasn't been cold enough for long enough to really build up a decent layer of ice in most places. By the end of this week, temperatures are predicted to be in the high 50s and possibly the low 60s - which, in an ecosystem that relies on snow and long cold winters, is not a good thing.  Last night, I was reading more in the new book, Walking Through Darkness, by Sandra Ingerman and Llyn Roberts, two shamanic teachers that I greatly admire. Sandra wrote a chapter called "Earth" where she talks about what's hap

 As I was stuffing wood in our stove this morning, I was trying to remember if I had done a Monday Musings post last week. I keep thinking it's further along in the month than it actually is, maybe because this month already feels like it's lasted a year?  I'm on day 7 of 10 of taking daily progesterone to help with some of these awful and debilitating perimenopause symptoms, and the side effects of the progesterone are definitely starting to kick in this morning. I was reading the first chapter of Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer this morning and just SOBBING into my oatmeal. Last year, my ob/gyn said that getting to the post-menopause stage would be "a blessing" for me, and I can't agree more right now.  So since today might be a zero for me, I'm cuddling up with a couple of good books and a uke and I'll see if I can get a couple of new wire wraps made. Depending on how bad the brain fog gets as I go about the day, I'll try to brainstor