bloggin on a sunday afternoon

Well it feels like spring here in Calgary but that can be deceiving. We often get another blast of winter in April or May (ya it sucks). In fact its one of the things about living here I find hardest to deal with.Let's face it the grass is greener else where for sure LOL.
I realize its been so long since I wandered in a forest or by a river or lake and felt the wind and sun on my face.
I've lost my connection to the wild and open places and the quiet peaceful countryside.
The painter in me wants to reconnect with the colours and sights and the poet wants to sit in silence and empty myself of the stress of  modern life.
I still feel so tired all the time when I am not working and have settled into a pattern of hazy lazy do nothingness.
It feels like adventure and wonder are gone for now and life is a bit dreary at times. I think one of the things about living in this place is much of the rest of the world gets spring allot earlier than we do and even our summers are too short, and then a short autumn and back into winter.
Part of what I am feeling today is what I call my "Sunday" feeling. Ever since I was young Sunday was the day I liked least of the seven days.I was made to go to church for many years and it became a huge part of my life.Sundays always felt like some form of prison and by the afternoon and evening I would feel this dread of the next week all over again.
When I was young Sundays were really different than today, no business was open and not that many restaurants even. Most of society in those days really did rest on Sunday. Perhaps it was that quiet slow pace that made me feel so restless I don't know but I have never come to enjoy Sundays to this day.
I am beginning to think I must have (or still do) suffer from some general anxiety disorder or something.
Well that's about all I have to say this Sunday afternoon.