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This bison was walking near the Old Faithful Inn in Yellowstone National Park in the early morning. It was evidently a hard night for this bison (Bison bison). He must have spent the night sleeping in a buffalo wallow as one half of his body was covered with dried mud. Is this the bison equivalent of a hang over? This guy is diffiently not a morning animal!
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I am looking at the world this morning with much the same bleary gaze as this buffalo. As the hubs noted, this buffalo just climbed out of the wallow. Google defines wallowing thus:

gerund or present participle: wallowing
  1. (chiefly of large mammals) roll about or lie relaxed in mud or water, esp. to keep cool, avoid biting insects, or spread scent.
    “watering places where buffalo liked to wallow”
    synonyms: loll about/around, roll about/around, lie about/around, splash about/around; More

    “pigs wallow in the mud”
  2. (of a person) indulge in an unrestrained way in (something that creates a pleasurable sensation).
    “I was wallowing in the luxury of the hotel”
    synonyms: luxuriate, bask, take pleasure, take satisfaction, indulge (oneself), delight, revel, glory;

I’m guessing that the buffalo’s wallow was more of #1, just going off his less than thrilled expression. I was a little surprised to see #2 definition, because when I think about wallowing, it is more about wallowing in misery. Which usually results in me wallowing in chocolate or bread or something comfort food oriented.

The thing about wallowing, eventually you just have to get out and face the world, even if you’ve got mud or chocolate on your face. Even if the world doesn’t look that great. You get up. You get out. You get on with your life. Even good wallows (like #2) only take you so far. Life needs to be lived, not wallowed in. Does that make sense? It’s late and I need chocolate, so I’m not sure.

What have you wallowed in lately? How did you get out? Did you want to get out? While commenting won’t help with a wallowing problem, it will get you entered into my monthly drawing for an AnaBanana gift basket of awesome. I would totally give you permission to wallow in her bubble bath or spend time with her soaps. Cuz they are awesome. Winner is announced in first blog post of the new month. 🙂

Perilously yours,


Pauline is resisting the urge to wallow. Instead she is focusing on getting Family Treed: The Big Uneasy 1.5, finished so she can release it to the world. Okay, maybe not the world, but the parts of the world that check out Amazon for their reading. She hopes to release this “amuse bouche,” aka short story, by the end of the month. If all the stars align and no wallows beckon. To find out about her latest releases, or other bookish news, pop over to her website and subscribe to her ezine. 


After the Wallowing….

10 thoughts on “After the Wallowing….

  • September 10, 2013 at 9:29 pm

    I wallow in too much activity–it’s sometimes more like quicksand than a mud puddle. LOL. See there I go, feeling sorry for my overworked self. I can’t wallow for long, because I have too much to do!


  • September 9, 2013 at 4:20 pm

    We can definitely relate to wallowing in chocolate, though red wine normally follows and a long marathon of scary movies. It’s so difficult to find the energy to crawl out of a wallow, much harder than one would think. I often find the butt-kicking method Mathair uses to be the most effective.

    • September 9, 2013 at 4:22 pm

      Lolol! Butt kicking has long history if success!! Scary movies are awesome. Love Tremors too. And chocolate. Lol

  • September 9, 2013 at 9:25 am

    Great wallow, Pauline!

    When the wallowing urge hits me, I just go with it. I sit on the porch swing and have another cup of coffee, while soaking in the color and sounds of the garden. The color of hydrangeas, the bright hibiscus, and now the smiling mums. Then there’s fluttering leaves of the Poplar Trees, the cheeping of the finches, the scold of the Cardinals, and most important the call of the Cat Bird. You know, I think it is the Cat Bird who brings me out of it. He forces me to smile and funk starts to fade.

    In the winter, I curl up in a blanket and let the second cup of coffee just soak in while watching the morning shows on TV. I usually click between all three at one time, because it’s the only way to avoid the constant ads.

    About twenty minutes into either of these escapes, I end up pulling out the trusty laptop (I really should give her a name) and journal my way out of the funk. Then I’m captured by the idea bug and venture into my writing day.

    • September 9, 2013 at 11:26 am

      Those are some awesome ideas for getting out of a wallow, thanks so much for sharing them. I love the idea of sitting in the garden. I love doing that when summer finally releases its vicious grip. LOL
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  • September 9, 2013 at 1:51 am

    Reminds me of a ditty I learned as a wee thing

    “Mud, mud, glorious mud.
    There’s nothing quite like it,
    For cooling the blood.
    So follow me, follow,
    Down to the hollow,
    There we will wallow,
    In glorious, mud!”
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    • September 9, 2013 at 7:30 am

      Lolol! That is great! I know we loved mud as kids but did not create wallows. Lolol

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