nesting

i cleaned my house the other day.
i mean, really cleaned it.
later that day i talked to my mother who, upon hearing about my adventures in domestic hygiene, asked me if i was pregnant.
after i shook the flabbergasted shock from my system i calmly explained to her that due to the blood oozing from my vagina right at that moment, i'm pretty sure that there was no fetus growing in my womb.
she backed her inquiry by stating that it just appeared i was "nesting". 

nesting.

i never really thought about that before.
 nesting.
do you need to be pregnant to "nest"?
i don't believe so.
 not at all.
but i do suppose she had a point.
i AM nesting.

i have been gathering everything important to me all under one little roof
all that i can call my own.

and so i guess that is what i'm doing here, with this new blog.
i'm nesting.
taking everything that's left of what was - or still may be creative in me and feathering it all neat and tidy into one little nest.
hopefully it will evolve into something grand, like an ewok village, and not end up an abandoned clump of twigs in the crook of a forgotten tree.
but who knows.


"nesting" is a verb, after all.
and who knows where verbs go or what they'll do...