I haven't always had the habit of putting things away - away to where they properly go. I am really good at moving things. From spot A to spot B to spot C, but never to spot this-is-where-you-belong. Examples:
When brushing my teeth I pull the toothpaste out of the cupboard and then set it on the edge of the sink or the counter. It may sit there for a while - then when I "organize" I put it back in the cupboard where I originally got it.
When removing shoes I leave them where I remove them. Which usually isn't in the shoes-go-here location.
I'll put a dirty pan from one side of the sink to the other.
The bag of almonds that I just got out of the cupboard is placed on the counter and left there.
Socks left on the bathroom floor, coat draped over the back of the couch, magazine lying open on the floor where I was when last reading through it...
I think you get the picture.
While you are getting the picture - please note that I am a clean person and not some loathing pig in the mire. It's just that while I have been quite clean - I have not always been extremely neat. And for my mom's sake - I will say that she did teach us kids to put things back (she's nodding her head right now and saying, "yes I did!!!")
I have been noticing over the past year that it seemed like I was always organizing, always putting things back from spot A-Z, always cleaning. It seemed that's all I did with my life! Enough.
So over the past month or so - since I moved to my new chez - I have been rather vigilant in this area of my life. I have been putting things back where they belong - and doing it promptly and consciously. I have been neat. It is such a relief and it only takes five extra steps here - two more minutes there - one brain cell more in being just that much more disciplined. And I am finding that I am cleaning and organizing and arranging less and less and less. It's like a revelation. Now one thing that I do believe, in order to be neat, is that everything needs a place where it does actually belong or it will always be left out - moved around - etc. So ample storage space is necessary and then being neat and organized within that storage space is vital as well. It's no good to open a drawer or a cupboard door or your closet and find a disarray of who-knows-what. Sure, we have all stuffed our piles of clothes under the bed as someone coming to visit just pulled up outside, or pushed all that nonsense that's all around the front room into the nearest closet, hoping that during the visit you won't need to access that space. Maybe you haven't done this, but I surely have!
But I am happily a changed person - and it's great. I am not perfect at it yet - but just give me a few more weeks of consistently and consciously restoring everything to it's proper place and then I still won't be perfect at it - but I will be that much closer.
***And if you have more stuff then space....maybe you should consider reversing that. Time to de-junk or creatively create more space.***
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Monday Monday Monday
I am feeling very unsettled and a bit frustrated this morning - not an enjoyable way to start off a day or a week. And my frustrations stem from no one or no where else except myself.
Frustration #1: I had a great class last semester at BYU - 15 students. And as I have just finished grading their finals - I am quite impressed with the results of every single person. That makes me feel positive about how and what I did with the class time for the past 4 months - but I did pretty horrible in others areas - mostly the administrative area (like grades and stuff like that). I fell behind far too often on these matters and it's not very becoming of a college adjunct professor. That frustrates me.
I start with a new class, as in a different subject - a week from tomorrow, with twice as many students. Huh. I have a chance to do better administratively, but at the same time - I am having to learn a whole new syllabus, curriculum, assignments, how to fill 2.5 hours of class time, etc - which is what sucked up all my time last semester, hence the administrative side suffered. Sigh.
Frustration #2: I recently reconnected with a dear friend - one of the most important friendships that I have had to date. The kindred connection that once tied us closely seemed like it has dissipated into a somewhat formal friendship. I pretend like I don't care, but it does hurt.
Frustration #3: I have trouble waking in the mornings. I hate staying in bed too late. But mornings are so hard for me and have been for a while. There's no one to rouse me or tell me how ridiculous it is that I am still in bed, so I stay there all tired-like. That is super frustrating. I really can get out of bed in the mornings just fine, even quite early - I just need a little help.
Frustration #4: I am still feeling bleck from being sick over the weekend.
Frustration #5: I could go on, but I won't. It's probably healthy to release some frustrations - but not make everything that is bothering you at the moment into a frustration - then it all just escalates and I really don't need to live with a magnifying glass under my nose. I just need a dose of some good fight in me. Not so that I can beat stuff up - but just so I can keep going - like Kate Bush told me this morning - I know you have a little life in you yet, I know you have a lot of strength left. Oh - I need some of that.
Although - I wouldn't mind a deep hot pink punching bag and some gloves to match.
Frustration #1: I had a great class last semester at BYU - 15 students. And as I have just finished grading their finals - I am quite impressed with the results of every single person. That makes me feel positive about how and what I did with the class time for the past 4 months - but I did pretty horrible in others areas - mostly the administrative area (like grades and stuff like that). I fell behind far too often on these matters and it's not very becoming of a college adjunct professor. That frustrates me.
I start with a new class, as in a different subject - a week from tomorrow, with twice as many students. Huh. I have a chance to do better administratively, but at the same time - I am having to learn a whole new syllabus, curriculum, assignments, how to fill 2.5 hours of class time, etc - which is what sucked up all my time last semester, hence the administrative side suffered. Sigh.
Frustration #2: I recently reconnected with a dear friend - one of the most important friendships that I have had to date. The kindred connection that once tied us closely seemed like it has dissipated into a somewhat formal friendship. I pretend like I don't care, but it does hurt.
Frustration #3: I have trouble waking in the mornings. I hate staying in bed too late. But mornings are so hard for me and have been for a while. There's no one to rouse me or tell me how ridiculous it is that I am still in bed, so I stay there all tired-like. That is super frustrating. I really can get out of bed in the mornings just fine, even quite early - I just need a little help.
Frustration #4: I am still feeling bleck from being sick over the weekend.
Frustration #5: I could go on, but I won't. It's probably healthy to release some frustrations - but not make everything that is bothering you at the moment into a frustration - then it all just escalates and I really don't need to live with a magnifying glass under my nose. I just need a dose of some good fight in me. Not so that I can beat stuff up - but just so I can keep going - like Kate Bush told me this morning - I know you have a little life in you yet, I know you have a lot of strength left. Oh - I need some of that.
Although - I wouldn't mind a deep hot pink punching bag and some gloves to match.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Christmas Day
I am sure the shepherds had it - after all, they were up all night and generally live exposed to the elements.
Joseph must have been exhausted by the long journey to Jerusalem, so his immune system must have been down. I am sure he had it too.
The wise men, even with all their spices and wisdom probably couldn't keep from catching it.
And Mary - goodness....she must have had it the worst. So tired and worn out!
***
I have had a ragged cough that has been journeying with me the last few weeks - this morning it decided to take it to the next level. You know, step it up a notch. More sore of a throat, body a bit warmer than usual, fatigue... Bleck.
I just wanted to fit in with the Christmas story!
Tomorrow I am knocking it off it's podium. Christmas will be over after all.
Joseph must have been exhausted by the long journey to Jerusalem, so his immune system must have been down. I am sure he had it too.
The wise men, even with all their spices and wisdom probably couldn't keep from catching it.
And Mary - goodness....she must have had it the worst. So tired and worn out!
***
I have had a ragged cough that has been journeying with me the last few weeks - this morning it decided to take it to the next level. You know, step it up a notch. More sore of a throat, body a bit warmer than usual, fatigue... Bleck.
I just wanted to fit in with the Christmas story!
Tomorrow I am knocking it off it's podium. Christmas will be over after all.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
pointe shoes
She was a dancer and I remember watching her leave to and come from ballet class each week - always with a look of longing as I watched her pink ballet bag and the toe shoes that were inside. That is among my most vivid memories of my oldest sister -
I knew her as a ballerina.
What a beautiful word.
I started dancing at the age of 9*: tap, jazz and ballet. I did that trio for two years before switching strictly to ballet. I studied at the same studio that my sister had studied at. I went each week with my best friend, Amie. I loved it. I loved being a ballerina and loved being surrounded by the older girls in the dressing rooms that had more experience and hoping that someday, I could be like them.
Black leotards, pink tights with a seam running up the back of each leg, soft slippers, hair pulled back tight with bobby pins and hairspray. The bar, the mirror walls, stomachs in and shoulders relaxed.
I loved it all.
I made it to pointe. I remember shopping for toe shoes with my mom at the studio's store before Christmas break. It would mean more classes, expensive shoes and dedication. I was excited, but due to the Christmas break we decided to wait on purchasing the shoes until after wards, when classes started up again.
At that point I was offered a choice - continue with ballet on my toe shoes, or take violin lessons. One or the other.
I chose the violin.
I don't think my parents ever knew the real reason of why I decided to make the change. I was a growing girl - nearly 13 - and I was developing earlier than my friends and fellow dancers. I was beginning to feel self-conscious of my figure in a leotard and was afraid of being made fun of. So I left. And I am of course sorry for it. Gosh - I even get a little emotional now just thinking about it. However, I do love the violin. I have started playing again (the cello as well!) and I am happy for the 9 plus years I played. But I miss the dance floor.
I would like to get back into some pink tights with a black cotton leotard, some slippers and my hair pulled back. Maybe it's not too late to still make it to pointe and not just make it - but stay there for a while. I don't think it's too late.**
***
*Mom, was I younger when I started?
**Ally - if you lived closer, and had time, we could take ballet together. We would be fab in the same class, it isn't even funny.
***I jump/dance on a mini-trampoline for about 30 minutes many mornings. I do mostly funky, random - nonsensical stuff. But sometimes I pretend I still am a ballerina. :)
James
"Hello James!"
"Heyyyy baby! You know I love you, girl! You know I do! Baby, you are sooo gorgeous - never change my darling, never do. I LOVE you girl, forever!" [to be read with some soul and some rasp].
James is the neighbor of my sister, who lives in Sugarhouse. He's a soulful man in his 60's whose skin is dark as chocolate and whose voice reflects his smoking habit. We befriended each other at the beginning of November and it's always a pleasure to see him as I am coming and going from my sister's place. I do look forward to it.
He makes my day. Yes, he does. Dear James.
"Heyyyy baby! You know I love you, girl! You know I do! Baby, you are sooo gorgeous - never change my darling, never do. I LOVE you girl, forever!" [to be read with some soul and some rasp].
James is the neighbor of my sister, who lives in Sugarhouse. He's a soulful man in his 60's whose skin is dark as chocolate and whose voice reflects his smoking habit. We befriended each other at the beginning of November and it's always a pleasure to see him as I am coming and going from my sister's place. I do look forward to it.
He makes my day. Yes, he does. Dear James.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Sleep
Sleep.
Sleep is what I want.
I haven't been able to fall asleep until around 2am.....sometimes 4am and it is starting to show.
It's been like this for 1-2 weeks and I am exhausted of it.
I hope it is exhausted of me.
So. I am going to take my nightly bubble bath right now (10:21pm; and yes, I did say nightly) and hope that I fall readily asleep and stay that way for a good eight hours.
Wish me luck.
Sleep is what I want.
I haven't been able to fall asleep until around 2am.....sometimes 4am and it is starting to show.
It's been like this for 1-2 weeks and I am exhausted of it.
I hope it is exhausted of me.
So. I am going to take my nightly bubble bath right now (10:21pm; and yes, I did say nightly) and hope that I fall readily asleep and stay that way for a good eight hours.
Wish me luck.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
It's Party Time
It's Saturday, December 19th and I am planning a party. A Christmas party!
Music: Check (Christmas tunes, of course)
Dinner Menu: Check (Creamy potato soup and rolls; crackers & cheese ball with a veggie platter - a great winter evening meal to feed a number of people)
Dessert Menu: Check (Once I let people know - attendees shall bring one plate of Christmas Cheer to share)
Attendees: Check (Family mostly with a few additions)
Activities: Mostly Check (How many green and red peanut M&M's are in the jar, fishing for presents for those 7 and under, and other random activities that do NOT require group coordination...no schedule at this party)
Drinks: Check (Wassail, Egg Nog, Hot chocolate, Party Punch)
Date: Check - this coming Monday
Enthusiasm: Check, check, check
Music: Check (Christmas tunes, of course)
Dinner Menu: Check (Creamy potato soup and rolls; crackers & cheese ball with a veggie platter - a great winter evening meal to feed a number of people)
Dessert Menu: Check (Once I let people know - attendees shall bring one plate of Christmas Cheer to share)
Attendees: Check (Family mostly with a few additions)
Activities: Mostly Check (How many green and red peanut M&M's are in the jar, fishing for presents for those 7 and under, and other random activities that do NOT require group coordination...no schedule at this party)
Drinks: Check (Wassail, Egg Nog, Hot chocolate, Party Punch)
Date: Check - this coming Monday
Enthusiasm: Check, check, check
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
12 days of Christmas
So I know I have passed the official mark to start the 12 Days of Christmas, but I just had an idea that I am going to implement and I am inviting all of you to join with me. Tra-la-la-la-laaa-la-la-la-la.
It's going to be awesome.
A bit ago I was reading a post on me muthers blog about Dr. Jack McConnell. I was very moved by his character and how he has chosen to live his life - by making a conscience effort to help others. "And what have you done for someone today?" This is what McConnells father would ask his family at suppertime around the dinner table (I am a big fan of families eating dinner together - it makes a difference). And so McConnell was raised with the mentality that a part of life is daily helping others.
So for the remainder of the 12 Days of Christmas - I am going to start the day by asking, "And what will I do for someone today?" and I shall end the day with, "And what have I done for someone today?" My twelve Days won't be dedicated to one individual, but to whomever needs help - and I am planning on these Days of Christmas to carry over in to a New Years resolution - join me on that one too!
Who's in?
It's going to be awesome.
A bit ago I was reading a post on me muthers blog about Dr. Jack McConnell. I was very moved by his character and how he has chosen to live his life - by making a conscience effort to help others. "And what have you done for someone today?" This is what McConnells father would ask his family at suppertime around the dinner table (I am a big fan of families eating dinner together - it makes a difference). And so McConnell was raised with the mentality that a part of life is daily helping others.
So for the remainder of the 12 Days of Christmas - I am going to start the day by asking, "And what will I do for someone today?" and I shall end the day with, "And what have I done for someone today?" My twelve Days won't be dedicated to one individual, but to whomever needs help - and I am planning on these Days of Christmas to carry over in to a New Years resolution - join me on that one too!
Who's in?
Monday, December 14, 2009
Spirit of the Season
Today was a great day - a fantastic Christmas-season day. Were it not for the cheery holidays, December would have the potential of being a cold and cruel month indeed.
But it is not - and I am happy for that.
Tonight was my ward Christmas Party. The dress was semi-formal, and since I love getting ready to go out and to a party in heels - I was especially excited about tonight.
Live jazz music throughout the evening, wonderful food and plenty of it, hundreds of people chatting and gabbing and laughing, goofy pictures being taken semi-professionally, and joining together in Christmas song is what the night centered around. It was so much fun!
Part of Christmastime is about being surrounded by those you love and care for - and if possible...great food. I am planning a couple of parties and planning on attending others this season just so I can be surrounded by those very people.
So here's three cheers for Christmas!
But it is not - and I am happy for that.
Tonight was my ward Christmas Party. The dress was semi-formal, and since I love getting ready to go out and to a party in heels - I was especially excited about tonight.
Live jazz music throughout the evening, wonderful food and plenty of it, hundreds of people chatting and gabbing and laughing, goofy pictures being taken semi-professionally, and joining together in Christmas song is what the night centered around. It was so much fun!
Part of Christmastime is about being surrounded by those you love and care for - and if possible...great food. I am planning a couple of parties and planning on attending others this season just so I can be surrounded by those very people.
So here's three cheers for Christmas!
Friday, December 11, 2009
The Decor
This year instead of getting a tree, I am not getting a tree.
:)
There is a small fake one in my garage in a box from who knows - but I would rather NOT have a tree than have a fake one.
I don't think that's picky.
So I strung all my ornaments out on a line. Several lines.
Don't mind the little pieces of scotch tape keeping them in their place. I haven't trimmed them all off yet.
What I need now are clear ornament hangers instead of the little metal kind. Then they would really look surreal.
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Alexei Yagudin
We were enthralled, enchanted, obsessed... and watch his "Overcome" routine over and over and over for the following several YEARS.
ALWAYS At 1:33 we would all scream and shrill like school girls, you know, the kind who shrill at anything really. We would rewind, watch, scream for joy...rewind, watch, scream for joy....rewind, watch, scream for joy. Repeat that three more times. Or three hundred.
Alexei's artistry and soul captured us as his prisoners, and I am sure we ranked among his biggest fans.
I can't even count how many times we have reenacted minutes 2:59-3:04! And the heart beating poetic motions at 3:19 - and I musn't leave out the movements at 3:27. And....
So here's to all of my beloveds: Bethany, Kimberly, KK - was Nat as obsessed or did she just roll her eyes at us? And even though my dad wasn't an avid watcher - I am sure he remembers this phase we went through as it would be very late and we would be trying to contain ourselves just feet from his bedroom as he tried to sleep. Cheers to us who have watched and screamed too many times. Let's do it again, shall we? Somebody find the tape! This YouTube video DOES NOT DO IT JUSTICE.
For the rest you commoners....here's what we raved about - and still do!
ALWAYS At 1:33 we would all scream and shrill like school girls, you know, the kind who shrill at anything really. We would rewind, watch, scream for joy...rewind, watch, scream for joy....rewind, watch, scream for joy. Repeat that three more times. Or three hundred.
Alexei's artistry and soul captured us as his prisoners, and I am sure we ranked among his biggest fans.
I can't even count how many times we have reenacted minutes 2:59-3:04! And the heart beating poetic motions at 3:19 - and I musn't leave out the movements at 3:27. And....
So here's to all of my beloveds: Bethany, Kimberly, KK - was Nat as obsessed or did she just roll her eyes at us? And even though my dad wasn't an avid watcher - I am sure he remembers this phase we went through as it would be very late and we would be trying to contain ourselves just feet from his bedroom as he tried to sleep. Cheers to us who have watched and screamed too many times. Let's do it again, shall we? Somebody find the tape! This YouTube video DOES NOT DO IT JUSTICE.
For the rest you commoners....here's what we raved about - and still do!
Friday, December 04, 2009
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Letter of Recommendation
I teach an evening class once a week at BYU - and my wonderful TA needed this letter for an event he is wanting to attend next semester. He has been great to work with, so I had no problems or gliches in coming up with a great recommendation. I wish he was my TA for next semester.
I just got a phone call from an old friend of four-plus years - and now I have a date booked for Saturday. My Saturdays have proved to be successful in the dating arena as of late! May they continue to be so.
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
From a friend
I got this from a friend. Just passing it on to all you readers here in Utah.
"To all friends in Utah: A group of families decorated a lacrosse-themed tree at the Festival of Trees in honor of my younger brother Blake & his friend Derek Jasper, who were killed by a drunk driver in April, and Hayden Housel, who played lacrosse with Blake at Bingham and died in September. The Festival is open to the public this Wed. - Sat., 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. at the South Towne Expo Center. Tix are $4/adults, and all proceeds are donated to Primary Children's Medical Center. If you're able to go, check out our tree. It's in aisle D. At auction time, donations to the package put it's value at nearly $2000. For more info on the festival:
Sunday, November 29, 2009
19, patience and gruyere cheese
In the past 10 years I have moved at least 19 times, the nineteenth time being this past week. I have never stayed anywhere for longer than a year, except Brazil. And while I only count that as one move to and one move back - I lived in four different places during my stay there.
I am tired of moving I think. I think my siblings are even more tired of me moving. "Here she goes again... the annual (or bi-annual) move..."
But I adore my new place emphatically and am abundantly happy here. Indeed, I am one lucky gal and I welcome visitors. And if we plan ahead, I will make you dinner. :)
***
I am trying to grow out my hair. A test of patience and contentment. I just had it cleaned up a few days ago - a necessity that makes it seem like it will take forever before I get it long again! But I am learning to enjoy it through these different stages as it lengthens out each month.
***
I am allergic to most perfumes. For some reason I refuse to remember this when I go out - as was the case last night. I have a several fantastic Brazilian perfumes that I love - but I end up with an itchy throat and a few sneezes here and there, which in turn makes the evening less pleasant. I need to further investigate this allergy and find a remedy.
***
Having just moved into a new place - I will be spending the next several weeks/month deep cleaning until every corner and cranny is like new. I love clean details. The details make the difference.
***
I am going to the Messiah Sing-in this evening at Abravanel Hall. Anyone who enjoys the Messiah, Christmas, singing, or to listen to others sing in an amazing way would LOVE to go to this annual event. Check it out.
***
If I were to have any animal in my house right now, it would be a penguin. I think they are fun and funny, and would make great company for a several hours as I would be entertained by watching it walk around. Along with the penguin, I would have a polar bear over just so he could be lazy on my rug in the front room and I could cuddle up next to his white furry tummy in front of the fire...as long as he didn't eat me. And he would invite a colorful parrot over that would ask if I had any gruyere cheese to snack on.
***
I do not have any gruyere cheese.
I am tired of moving I think. I think my siblings are even more tired of me moving. "Here she goes again... the annual (or bi-annual) move..."
But I adore my new place emphatically and am abundantly happy here. Indeed, I am one lucky gal and I welcome visitors. And if we plan ahead, I will make you dinner. :)
***
I am trying to grow out my hair. A test of patience and contentment. I just had it cleaned up a few days ago - a necessity that makes it seem like it will take forever before I get it long again! But I am learning to enjoy it through these different stages as it lengthens out each month.
***
I am allergic to most perfumes. For some reason I refuse to remember this when I go out - as was the case last night. I have a several fantastic Brazilian perfumes that I love - but I end up with an itchy throat and a few sneezes here and there, which in turn makes the evening less pleasant. I need to further investigate this allergy and find a remedy.
***
Having just moved into a new place - I will be spending the next several weeks/month deep cleaning until every corner and cranny is like new. I love clean details. The details make the difference.
***
I am going to the Messiah Sing-in this evening at Abravanel Hall. Anyone who enjoys the Messiah, Christmas, singing, or to listen to others sing in an amazing way would LOVE to go to this annual event. Check it out.
***
If I were to have any animal in my house right now, it would be a penguin. I think they are fun and funny, and would make great company for a several hours as I would be entertained by watching it walk around. Along with the penguin, I would have a polar bear over just so he could be lazy on my rug in the front room and I could cuddle up next to his white furry tummy in front of the fire...as long as he didn't eat me. And he would invite a colorful parrot over that would ask if I had any gruyere cheese to snack on.
***
I do not have any gruyere cheese.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
2nd Grade; 7 Years Old
Going through my boxes of the past. Funny to learn more about ourselves and what we were like as children. My toy box was way cool.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
First Snow
We are blanketed in a descent of snow this evening.
The first lovely, beautiful snowfall of the year for the valley. And although it signals Winter is here, which I have in the past months, been resisting in my heart, I now welcome it fully. It's a comfort to see the snow gracing the rooftops in feather bed fashion. Each tree is outlined so delicately and precisely, and sugarplum fairies are lighting the street lamps to remind us that in the dark there is still light to see by and dreams to live by.
I am mostly done with my work until I don't know when. That is mainly why I was not welcoming towards Winter ... not knowing what will come next or when; and if I will survive the cold months ahead. The unpredictable future. Hard times are among many of us. But I am not afraid to live very frugally. I am fine with not buying the new clothes I would love to have this season that would fit me better, or be more fashionable than what I currently own. I don't mind not eating all of the wonderful foods that surround me at various restaurants that I sometimes crave. And I don't mind having to do without all the furnishings I would like to have in my new place I am moving to shortly.
I welcome the simple life. The frugal life. And a very simple life it will be - and that's okay.
I think of Thanksgiving and what that word really means. To be so thankful for what I DO have is such a blessing and deters the selfish or worldly desires that rise inside myself. And when I do feel that gratitude in my heart - then I don't mind about status or style or what sometimes seems so important in defining me. But I don't want my "stuff" to define me. I want to be defined by my character - by my attitude and by how I treat others. Not by what I own.
I will be thinking a lot about priorities this Winter. What really makes me truly happy. What matters most to me in life and what am I doing or how am I living to show that I really live by my priorities. I want an integritous Winter.
What will I do each day? Ha! I do not know! I have a wide open slate, but I feel the possibilities swaying back and forth around me and they are exciting. I will be adventuring for sure - not to geographical places however. I will be adventuring in books, with paints, in walks, wanderings and words; in enjoying the simplicities of life found in friendships, conversations, people and nature. I will laugh a lot this winter. A whole lot. I will learn a lot. I will focus on people and those around me and how I can strengthen my bonds with those I love. I will think of creative ways to accomplish beauty and goodness. I will shop at DI and improve upon my finds in interesting ways. I will further learn and appreciate what life is really about and what is most important.
Yes, it will be a good Winter. I have hope.
=)
The first lovely, beautiful snowfall of the year for the valley. And although it signals Winter is here, which I have in the past months, been resisting in my heart, I now welcome it fully. It's a comfort to see the snow gracing the rooftops in feather bed fashion. Each tree is outlined so delicately and precisely, and sugarplum fairies are lighting the street lamps to remind us that in the dark there is still light to see by and dreams to live by.
I am mostly done with my work until I don't know when. That is mainly why I was not welcoming towards Winter ... not knowing what will come next or when; and if I will survive the cold months ahead. The unpredictable future. Hard times are among many of us. But I am not afraid to live very frugally. I am fine with not buying the new clothes I would love to have this season that would fit me better, or be more fashionable than what I currently own. I don't mind not eating all of the wonderful foods that surround me at various restaurants that I sometimes crave. And I don't mind having to do without all the furnishings I would like to have in my new place I am moving to shortly.
I welcome the simple life. The frugal life. And a very simple life it will be - and that's okay.
I think of Thanksgiving and what that word really means. To be so thankful for what I DO have is such a blessing and deters the selfish or worldly desires that rise inside myself. And when I do feel that gratitude in my heart - then I don't mind about status or style or what sometimes seems so important in defining me. But I don't want my "stuff" to define me. I want to be defined by my character - by my attitude and by how I treat others. Not by what I own.
I will be thinking a lot about priorities this Winter. What really makes me truly happy. What matters most to me in life and what am I doing or how am I living to show that I really live by my priorities. I want an integritous Winter.
What will I do each day? Ha! I do not know! I have a wide open slate, but I feel the possibilities swaying back and forth around me and they are exciting. I will be adventuring for sure - not to geographical places however. I will be adventuring in books, with paints, in walks, wanderings and words; in enjoying the simplicities of life found in friendships, conversations, people and nature. I will laugh a lot this winter. A whole lot. I will learn a lot. I will focus on people and those around me and how I can strengthen my bonds with those I love. I will think of creative ways to accomplish beauty and goodness. I will shop at DI and improve upon my finds in interesting ways. I will further learn and appreciate what life is really about and what is most important.
Yes, it will be a good Winter. I have hope.
=)
Saturday, November 21, 2009
me vs. me
It comes running out of the tunnel with confidence onto the field. Footwork is too fast to follow and it pics off every fumble and bad throw made. Touchdown. It takes advantage of another bad pass. Touchdown, and this time even nailed the two-point conversion.
Game over. Worst version of myself wins again.
I lose.
I hate it when that happens.
Game over. Worst version of myself wins again.
I lose.
I hate it when that happens.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Head and Arms
My head and arms are about to fall off. I have to teach in 73 minutes. How can I teach without a head and two arms? Especially considering that I enlighten a bunch of college kids on how to draw and color with markers by demonstration and explanation?
Two Candles
In a dark room sits a young girl in an old wooden chair. Rain has been falling outside, leaving the world damp and cold - she sits motionless. Two white candles lay on the small table next to her; "Humility" engraven in one, "Forgiveness" on the other. Her gaze is fixed upon nothing but her own thoughts of what has passed. Reaching into the dark, her hand rests upon the two candles as they roll slightly under the pressure of her palm. She picks up the candle with "Humility" engraven into the wax and holds it in two hands, bringing it close to her chest. A feeling in her bosom kindles and she feels the writing on the candle seep deeply into her soul. By the desire of her heart the candle is lit. The flame flickers softly in the dark, lighting the small corner of the room and hinting at the features of her fair face and auburn hair.
The girl sees a man sitting across the room in a chair similar to hers. Dark hair adorns the crown of his head and face. His bronze eyes are soft. He sees her lit candle and the humility she is seeking to keep close to her. He watches.
She contemplates over her flame, her single, solitary flame of humility. Her eyes glance over to the candle that rests on the table - wick still white, dusted in wax. She picks up the candle and while still holding hers upright, carries it to the man across the room. She holds it out for him to take.
He sits.
She waits.
He looks up at her, and she sees a kindness and a gentleness in his expression. A deep longing as well. She motions for him to take the candle. "Please" is in her eyes.
She stands still as he sits - no movement of his hands he makes.
With Humility she waits for him to accept the candle, to Forgive her. If he would take the candle and hold it to his bosom so as to feel and desire the sincere forgiveness that is being asked for, this candle would also ignite and the dark corner in this part of the world would be filled with light and peace; Humility and Forgiveness. The girl yearns for the man to accept the lit-less candle she holds out to him.
Watery eyes are reflected by the single flame. She waits.
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A while back Ro Ro Riot asked if I had any poetry. I do. A very little. I haven't sent any to her yet - but I am posting this short story for her - not necessarily inspired by her and I am not implying she needs this story either! I am just saying that she asked about my writing and this is something I wrote. That's all.
I don't spend a professional amount of time editing stuff I write. There are a lot of holes in this piece and I am sure I could find them and sew them up if I wanted to take the time. But I am not out to impress the masses as of yet. Just to simply write. It's a stress release and a method of rumination for me.
Moooo.
My ideas that I write out are sometimes cultivated from real-life experiences, and some are not. So don't take all of my writings too seriously or too literally - although some hit closer to home than others. Which ones are which you'll just never know! If you imagine Anne reciting Two Candles from the stage of the White Sands Hotel - I am sure you will finish the story with a broad Gilbert-smile rather than a curious sadness/wonder or whatever other emotion was evoked. I laughed when I saw the mental picture (though I think my story not dramatic enough for that carrot-head) - just like when I wrote the melancholic pancake fantasy...I was laughing so hard I was crying the whole time I was writing it. Just ask Jenn. She was there. Although that story should have been taken very literally and very seriously; I meant it in the most sincere fashion possible.
I was also laughing to (or rather AT) myself when I got a speeding ticket yesterday.
Dar n.
Oh the foolish things we do.
Anyways - metaphorically we each have candles of attributes like humility, forgiveness, kindness, sincerity, honesty, charity, goodness, etc - and whether we let that flame flicker is determined by the desires of our heart. The more we seek these attributes - and I am going to say "Christ-like attributes" because He is the Light of the world - the brighter our lives are and then we are able to share our light with others and hopefully make their lives brighter as well.
The girl sees a man sitting across the room in a chair similar to hers. Dark hair adorns the crown of his head and face. His bronze eyes are soft. He sees her lit candle and the humility she is seeking to keep close to her. He watches.
She contemplates over her flame, her single, solitary flame of humility. Her eyes glance over to the candle that rests on the table - wick still white, dusted in wax. She picks up the candle and while still holding hers upright, carries it to the man across the room. She holds it out for him to take.
He sits.
She waits.
He looks up at her, and she sees a kindness and a gentleness in his expression. A deep longing as well. She motions for him to take the candle. "Please" is in her eyes.
She stands still as he sits - no movement of his hands he makes.
With Humility she waits for him to accept the candle, to Forgive her. If he would take the candle and hold it to his bosom so as to feel and desire the sincere forgiveness that is being asked for, this candle would also ignite and the dark corner in this part of the world would be filled with light and peace; Humility and Forgiveness. The girl yearns for the man to accept the lit-less candle she holds out to him.
Watery eyes are reflected by the single flame. She waits.
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A while back Ro Ro Riot asked if I had any poetry. I do. A very little. I haven't sent any to her yet - but I am posting this short story for her - not necessarily inspired by her and I am not implying she needs this story either! I am just saying that she asked about my writing and this is something I wrote. That's all.
I don't spend a professional amount of time editing stuff I write. There are a lot of holes in this piece and I am sure I could find them and sew them up if I wanted to take the time. But I am not out to impress the masses as of yet. Just to simply write. It's a stress release and a method of rumination for me.
Moooo.
My ideas that I write out are sometimes cultivated from real-life experiences, and some are not. So don't take all of my writings too seriously or too literally - although some hit closer to home than others. Which ones are which you'll just never know! If you imagine Anne reciting Two Candles from the stage of the White Sands Hotel - I am sure you will finish the story with a broad Gilbert-smile rather than a curious sadness/wonder or whatever other emotion was evoked. I laughed when I saw the mental picture (though I think my story not dramatic enough for that carrot-head) - just like when I wrote the melancholic pancake fantasy...I was laughing so hard I was crying the whole time I was writing it. Just ask Jenn. She was there. Although that story should have been taken very literally and very seriously; I meant it in the most sincere fashion possible.
I was also laughing to (or rather AT) myself when I got a speeding ticket yesterday.
Dar n.
Oh the foolish things we do.
Anyways - metaphorically we each have candles of attributes like humility, forgiveness, kindness, sincerity, honesty, charity, goodness, etc - and whether we let that flame flicker is determined by the desires of our heart. The more we seek these attributes - and I am going to say "Christ-like attributes" because He is the Light of the world - the brighter our lives are and then we are able to share our light with others and hopefully make their lives brighter as well.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
a warm meal
It's this time of year that I long for a hearth and a home cooked meal. A warm meal. Yum.
To end a day with a plate of hot food to warm the belly and to satisfy the brain is a wonderful thing during the winter months. And nothing quite beats a hot meal that is prepared with TLC from the home kitchen.
This winter the evening meals that I would like to prepare are as follows: a creamy chicken pot pie, several varieties of delightful soups, pot roast with delicious vegetables, beef/steak stroganoff with a secret ingredient, awesome pot stickers, a loaf of bread that I will give away as I do not eat bread, stuffed peppers if I can find a real good recipe, Grandmas fried chicken (it's not what you are thinking at all - it's waaayyy better), an authentic Indian curry.
It should be a good winter, culinary-wise anyways. And I think when I turn 29 I should throw myself a "single shower." I need better cookware - and since I am still single I don't have the benefit that most of my sisters and many friends did of having everyone else buy you pyrex, pots, pans, mixing bowls, spatulas and the likes just because you are getting married. What about us? What about me? I still want and like to cook. I still have to eat. I still have to fill my kitchen cupboards with cool stuff. I am still poor. Dur. Taxes and cookware. Us single people really have it hard. Do I hear an amen? A shout out?
Hmmmm ... I think I just figured out what I may want for Christmas.
To end a day with a plate of hot food to warm the belly and to satisfy the brain is a wonderful thing during the winter months. And nothing quite beats a hot meal that is prepared with TLC from the home kitchen.
This winter the evening meals that I would like to prepare are as follows: a creamy chicken pot pie, several varieties of delightful soups, pot roast with delicious vegetables, beef/steak stroganoff with a secret ingredient, awesome pot stickers, a loaf of bread that I will give away as I do not eat bread, stuffed peppers if I can find a real good recipe, Grandmas fried chicken (it's not what you are thinking at all - it's waaayyy better), an authentic Indian curry.
It should be a good winter, culinary-wise anyways. And I think when I turn 29 I should throw myself a "single shower." I need better cookware - and since I am still single I don't have the benefit that most of my sisters and many friends did of having everyone else buy you pyrex, pots, pans, mixing bowls, spatulas and the likes just because you are getting married. What about us? What about me? I still want and like to cook. I still have to eat. I still have to fill my kitchen cupboards with cool stuff. I am still poor. Dur. Taxes and cookware. Us single people really have it hard. Do I hear an amen? A shout out?
Hmmmm ... I think I just figured out what I may want for Christmas.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Congrats
Congrats to siblings number 7 & 8!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
How many emotions can a human being feel during a single day?
10, 20, 30? 100? 1,000? 100,000,000?
Today I have felt: quiet, open, searching, anticipation, desire, pleased, happy, disappointed, embarrassed, curious, amazed, reflective, placid, sad, semi-resolved, small, steady, silly, okay...
?
...so at least 19.
10, 20, 30? 100? 1,000? 100,000,000?
Today I have felt: quiet, open, searching, anticipation, desire, pleased, happy, disappointed, embarrassed, curious, amazed, reflective, placid, sad, semi-resolved, small, steady, silly, okay...
?
...so at least 19.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
SLC
Back in SLC. Flew in a few hours ago. Am I happy to be back?
Yes.
Why? Why would I want to leave the coast, the green, the ferns, the lush, the gardens and the adventures of what Portland is? (keep Portland weird!)
???
Well, I must say that I am not done with Portland yet. There are things I still want to see that I did not. Experiences that I want to have that I did not. So Portland 2010 or 2011 is a "we are go!"
But I am happy to be back to my responsibilities here in Utah. There is plenty going on, plenty that I am looking forward to and lots of adventures to be had right here. Plus, I hear the sound of rain (which is actually the leaves). So I can't miss Portland that bad. Not yet anyways.
But if you are writing a report for "Why Portland, Oregon is cool," you can use this picture below - just save it to your desktop. "Portland is cool because on the street they have tables set up with real live flowers in vases." Now you can eat your .99 taco with real style and class. Doesn't that just make you smile?
Yes.
Why? Why would I want to leave the coast, the green, the ferns, the lush, the gardens and the adventures of what Portland is? (keep Portland weird!)
???
Well, I must say that I am not done with Portland yet. There are things I still want to see that I did not. Experiences that I want to have that I did not. So Portland 2010 or 2011 is a "we are go!"
But I am happy to be back to my responsibilities here in Utah. There is plenty going on, plenty that I am looking forward to and lots of adventures to be had right here. Plus, I hear the sound of rain (which is actually the leaves). So I can't miss Portland that bad. Not yet anyways.
But if you are writing a report for "Why Portland, Oregon is cool," you can use this picture below - just save it to your desktop. "Portland is cool because on the street they have tables set up with real live flowers in vases." Now you can eat your .99 taco with real style and class. Doesn't that just make you smile?
"Portland is cool because ferns grow on the trees downtown."
That works too. I am sure you'll get an A.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Flat As A Pancake
I wish someone would beat me until I was flat as a pancake. A really flat one - maybe a crepe. Then I could be tossed out into a storm that is all windy and turbulent. I would be whipped and beat by the wind, carried far far away until I was thrown into the waters off the coast of Hawaii. There the storm would halt. I would readily dissolve into the ocean water, and rise up a new being. Then I would have a banana smoothie.
That's what I wish.
That's what I wish.
Hibiscus
I am bone tired.
So I am just going to say that the herbal Hibiscus Tea that I had at the Portland Classical Chinese gardens yesterday was great.
The teacup was so tiny.
I loved it.
So I am just going to say that the herbal Hibiscus Tea that I had at the Portland Classical Chinese gardens yesterday was great.
The teacup was so tiny.
I loved it.
Hibiscus Tea is very bitter, but I have discovered that I like bitter.
I never add honey to my herbal teas.
I never add honey to my herbal teas.
And the dumplings were the best I have ever had.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Starbucks
Somewhere near the West Hills in Portland is a Starbucks. Cities and Starbucks belong together I have decided. They are reliable, always there.
I am in the city today - this rainy day. The sky is gray, gray, and grey. And my mood led me to this comfy couch flanked by lamps that give a certain warmth to this otherwise ambivalent day.
There is a girl in her 20's sitting in a chair right in front of me. She just loaded up her purse, jangled her keys, stood up - white coat with furry hood is going on... adjusting shirt - and with the click of her heels, she is out the door...driving away in a maroon Rodeo.
There is a guy sitting across from me to my right - sitting in a rather comfy looking chair. He must be a student as he is studying a text book about photosynthesis and is writing notes in his spiral notebook. Very college like. Let's call him...Adam. He looks like he could be an Adam. He has dark hair - very dark. It comes past his shoulders with plenty of soft curl. Dark eyes, light stubble, red zip-up hoodie - black jeans, Nike shoes, and a number 2 pencil in his hand. He seems like a simple-basics person. Right-handed.
Two ladies are conversing in a nook over in that corner. Lady A, whom we shall call Claudia, is presenting product to Lady B, whom we shall call..... Sarah. With an H. Beauty products are the focus of their conversation as they are all lined up on the table...and it looks like Sarah is a client - or soon will be. They are at a table with two small lamps that have blue, blue lamp shades that are glowing. Claudia has an accent. From where, I am not quite sure. Sarah - does not.
Three ladies are at a circle table. I have heard the words stage, art, and have seen a childrens book on their table. They are planning something. "Wholesale cost" was just mentioned.
The chair that was left vacant by the girl that drove away in the maroon Rodeo is now occupied by an older gentleman. I bet he is retired. No wedding ring. Blue jeans, blue-collared shirt with a green v-neck sweater over the blue-collared shirt.
Adam is zipping up his back pack. Checking his iPhone. I think he is leaving.
The older gentleman, whose profile reminds me of an English Lord, is enjoying his beverage. Coffee no doubt. He even has the pouchy stomach of an English Lord. Regular white sport socks with basic brown shoes that could have been purchased at a basic shoe store. Let's call him Evan. An umbrella is on the side table next to his chair. No newspaper, no book, no company, just him. He rarely takes a sip. Maybe it's still too hot.
The three ladies, Sue, Angela and MaryAnne, have just left. They seemed pleased with how the time was spent at their little round table.
Claudia and Sarah and still vibrantly conversing over the beauty products.
Evan just took a sip, placed his cup back down on the side table, leaned back in his chair - put his right hand up to the side of his head and crossed his right leg over his left.
Me? I am just sitting here. Rather mellow. Really mellow. In a state of mellow observation. I am blogging about the people around me, nonchalantly watching the people come and go.
I am in the city today - this rainy day. The sky is gray, gray, and grey. And my mood led me to this comfy couch flanked by lamps that give a certain warmth to this otherwise ambivalent day.
There is a girl in her 20's sitting in a chair right in front of me. She just loaded up her purse, jangled her keys, stood up - white coat with furry hood is going on... adjusting shirt - and with the click of her heels, she is out the door...driving away in a maroon Rodeo.
There is a guy sitting across from me to my right - sitting in a rather comfy looking chair. He must be a student as he is studying a text book about photosynthesis and is writing notes in his spiral notebook. Very college like. Let's call him...Adam. He looks like he could be an Adam. He has dark hair - very dark. It comes past his shoulders with plenty of soft curl. Dark eyes, light stubble, red zip-up hoodie - black jeans, Nike shoes, and a number 2 pencil in his hand. He seems like a simple-basics person. Right-handed.
Two ladies are conversing in a nook over in that corner. Lady A, whom we shall call Claudia, is presenting product to Lady B, whom we shall call..... Sarah. With an H. Beauty products are the focus of their conversation as they are all lined up on the table...and it looks like Sarah is a client - or soon will be. They are at a table with two small lamps that have blue, blue lamp shades that are glowing. Claudia has an accent. From where, I am not quite sure. Sarah - does not.
Three ladies are at a circle table. I have heard the words stage, art, and have seen a childrens book on their table. They are planning something. "Wholesale cost" was just mentioned.
The chair that was left vacant by the girl that drove away in the maroon Rodeo is now occupied by an older gentleman. I bet he is retired. No wedding ring. Blue jeans, blue-collared shirt with a green v-neck sweater over the blue-collared shirt.
Adam is zipping up his back pack. Checking his iPhone. I think he is leaving.
The older gentleman, whose profile reminds me of an English Lord, is enjoying his beverage. Coffee no doubt. He even has the pouchy stomach of an English Lord. Regular white sport socks with basic brown shoes that could have been purchased at a basic shoe store. Let's call him Evan. An umbrella is on the side table next to his chair. No newspaper, no book, no company, just him. He rarely takes a sip. Maybe it's still too hot.
The three ladies, Sue, Angela and MaryAnne, have just left. They seemed pleased with how the time was spent at their little round table.
Claudia and Sarah and still vibrantly conversing over the beauty products.
Evan just took a sip, placed his cup back down on the side table, leaned back in his chair - put his right hand up to the side of his head and crossed his right leg over his left.
Me? I am just sitting here. Rather mellow. Really mellow. In a state of mellow observation. I am blogging about the people around me, nonchalantly watching the people come and go.
Portland Trip: Saturday "Bontei"
Saturday Jenn and I attended the Opening Reception and Gallery Talk of Marc Peter Keane's Bontei Trays at the Portland Japanese Gardens. It was for these brief hours that my entire trip to Portland was born. The goal was to meet Keane face to face. The goal was accomplished.
Marc Peter Keane, a landscape architect, is a top Japanese garden designer in the world. He lived in Kyoto for almost 20 years and has designed gardens in Japan for private residences, companies, and temples. His Bontei trays are just now on display in the Portland Japanese Gardens - which was the cause for the opening reception and gallery talk.
We arrived at the gardens at 4:30 and made our way to the Garden Pavilion where the reception was being held. Jenn and I were definitely the youngest of the group! I decided it best to meet Mr. Keane before his Gallery Talk which would begin at 5PM. I wasn't sure what to say or how to introduce myself, but Jenn helped me through it by practicing with me before I made my way over to his presence. I am usually very comfortable with meeting someone with whom I have never met - I converse easily. But for some reason I was a little more nervous about this one. But once I had the chance to approach Mr. Keane, it was all old hat from there.
His suit was quite interesting. If you pay attention to it in the following photos you'll see the influence of East Asia. It was in the browns, almost like a wood grain. Oh - and he was very kind, very polite - and in fact gentle and a gentleman.
When he found out I had come from Salt Lake City just for this event he seemed quite pleased, as I had traveled the furthest (besides him). As I mingled with other attendees at the reception word spread. Once lady said, "Oh, you're the one who came all the way from Salt Lake!"
I had just finished reading his book, "The Art of Setting Stones". A wonderful read. I had a copy with me, and asked Mr. Keane if he would sign it.
He pulled out a brush - I think it was a calligraphy brush - to sign my book. His signature was like a painting on the inside cover, as all signatures should be. I was explaining to him my experience I had with this particular book of his. I told him I could only read a chapter at a time. I had to let each chapter settle; I had to mull over what I had just experienced. Each chapter was so rich, that to allow it the proper space to expand, it needed time.
He told me that's exactly how it should be read.
A Drawing by Marc P. Keane - there were several of these around the pavilion; each one so fantastic. I wish you could have seen them all in person.
A better look at the front of his suit?
During the Gallery Talk, he went to each piece and talked about it. He answered questions and filled my mind with running thoughts and insights. It was fantastic how much thought and mindfulness went in to each piece, each Bontei Tray he created. I wish so desperately that I could share all that I soaked in during those few hours. I should be typing it all out right now. But it wants to sit inside me for a while longer. What I learned was very special and important for me and requires a certain setting in order for me to share properly my thoughts and Mr. Keane's words.
After the Talk I mingled among the folk. Met some great personalities and had some light lemon water with ordourves of roasted pumpkin (which was also served before the talk). Before leaving, I talked with Marc again, to thank him for his words and how each piece expanded in beauty as he spoke (I think I might have used the word exploded...lol). He told me about a program he does in Kyoto each year. An intense two-week workshop on Japanese Garden Design. It's attended from people all over the world. He said if when I send in an application, to write a brief note reminding him of who I am, and he would see to it that I got in!
It was a pleasing evening and worth the trip. Now I still have three days of soaking-in to do in various gardens and parks around Portland.
Thank you, Marc Peter Keane -
for opening my mind and placing wonder inside.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Portland Trip: Friday "Oh Glorious"
Okay - many of you are wondering if I have more than just a computer and a camera in my life because of how frequently I post. Yes, yes I do. I have my friend Jenn for starters.
And today we went to Cannon Beach. I am staying in Hood River, which is in the gorge, for a week to study gardens, parks, architecture, art - etc. You know, like Chicago! So we are going to jump to Oregon real quick, but I'll be taking you back to Illinois every once in a while. Let's keep this real-time.
Last time I was here at Cannon Beach was April 08. Seeing it in the fall is incredible because all of the sea side grasses were full and thick.
Haystack Rock.
It was a bit windy - a storm was brewing out in the waters beyond. It was exciting to watch!
Foam, foam and foam was everywhere! It was so beautiful, almost unreal. The waves were so frothy and rolling and rumbling.
So I frolicked. As I do when at Cannon Beach. Next time could someone frolick with me? PLeaSe?
See all that frothy sea foam! It almost looks like snow. Now you are going to see a series of shots in the froth. These plethora of pictures are for my mother - as all mothers want to see a lot of pictures of their kids in froth. Plus, my mom would play in this with me.
You better believe it.
It was an incredible evening on the coast. So much so.
I think you may know by now how much I love the coast - the shoreline. I have talked about this before. I am so happy here. I try to hit a coast/beach consistently and so far - I haven't done too bad. Which coast will I see next?
The water was higher than it was in the spring of 08. Naturally the sea does that. Of course. Before I could walk out to Haystack.
Shall we watch some of the sea foam recede? Okay.
Awesome.
This man was on the shore as well. I asked him if he was a local. He was. I asked him if the high quantity of foam and froth was typical in the fall. He said it was because of the storm. I asked if the storm was coming or going. He said it was happening right at that moment. We looked out at the sea together. The waves were breaking at an incredible distance and at incredible heights. It was majestic. He said he had never seen anything like this before, that it was just amazing. And as we both stood there in our black rain boots, we smiled at the ocean and at each other because we were both on that beach at that time to witness this storm, this event, this rarity. It was such a human moment. And I love those moments.
I live for those moments.
(this is me living for those moments?)
Actually that was me thinking...... of Anne of Green Gables. You knew it, right? Of course with all of that lovely grass and sand how could I not reenact the scene where Anne and Diana are running through the grasses and sands themselves? Oh yes, I did. All I lacked was a great dress with poofy sleeves...
Um. Yeah - I eventually did make it down through the grasses and sand. Lol.
Foam on the boots - sand on the face.
Thanks Jenn - for such a free reeling evening!
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