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To be more conscious

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The idea is simple. I want to be more conscious in the act of day to day life. More conscious of what I learn and think about throughout any given day, more conscious about what I put into my body, more conscious of how I take care of my body and more conscious of what I do and how I interact with the world around me.

The idea is certainly not a new one in any sense of the word and it is something that I have had on my list of to-do’s for quite some time now. My change, I think, is that I want to begin to hold myself accountable for it. I want to write about it here and throw it out into the world.

Each day I would like to write about my progress on being more conscious. I want to align my beliefs with my actions and I want that to start here and now.

So there…

a rock to tie a string around

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The Dance

“Everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around.” It is a fact and it is also what was going through my mind when I woke up this morning. Today has been such an odd day. Our flat is nearly empty and tonight will be something more like camping than anything else and still I can’t seem to really grasp that any of this is real. Surreal has been my theme word for much of this summer and it continues to be even now… which, I suppose, should not be surprising.

So tomorrow we leave and head north and west to Dublin and a few days after that further west to the States… and so it goes. I have so many thoughts whirling around in my head- none of them seem to stay put long enough to write so I will leave it with the song that was playing in my head this morning and acknowledge that yes… “everybody wants a rock to wind a piece of string around.” It’s a fact and a known quantity- which is very comforting to me at the moment.

Springing and Wishing

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It is hard to imagine that it is truly summer somewhere. I have enjoyed the coolness of the weather of late, but I have to admit that this is not summer…. not really. The sky is blue with clouds this morning and there is a cold breeze that makes it feel more like spring than summer … at least in my lexicon. It makes it easier to deal with the fact that school is still happening- for there is something in my gut that tells me if it is truly almost July school should be done and dusted….

So in many ways I suppose I am still waiting for my summer to begin… enjoying this extraordinarily long spring that I have been gifted with this year.

Mrs. Davey Crocket… Queen of the Wild Frontier

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Dancing The fourth grade must be a magical time where these things are concerned. I remember being in a play about Davey Crockett. Somehow I was the only girl in the cast. I had to waltz with Davey C. which at the time horrified me and Mr. Crockett as well I think. It was all fine when he could hold my t-shirt a foot away from my waist, but when I had to wear the dress we actually had to touch… ugh…. that involved boy cooties, apparently. Clearly not as informative as Carrie Nation, but we were learning about something- I just can’t tell you what at the moment. My fourth grade year was not one of monumental teaching… I had supply teacher after supply teacher… Now my fifth grade year with Mrs. Scott- astounding, but that is an entirely different story.
But when I think of this I know that there are pieces of what I have become in that story… and yes oddly enough when I think about all the things that I have wanted to be many of them are incorporated into my daily life though sometimes in very odd ways…

Home is… ?

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I have been pondering the meaning of home lately. What does it mean to be at home or go home? Where is home when I have family in Raleigh, North Carolina- Beaufort, South Carolina- Leesburg, Georgia- Berlin, Germany- Hamburg, Germany- and Bekum, Germany— I also have adopted family in Boone, North Carolina- North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina- Brooklyn,New York (to name a few). I was born in North Myrtle Beach. I grew up all over North and South Carolina and I live in Essex, UK.
Where is home in all of this?

For a majority of my 20’s I have worked toward the idea of Becoming the Woman I Want to Call Home – in this thought process it is me that is home and I suppose I travel or dream of traveling as a snail does with all of my belongings close to me, but belongings don’t make up home anymore than one local makes you at home.

I imagine a simplier time in the world when you belonged to one locale with family and friends all in one place, but this is a false version of reality. People have always wandered aroung looking for {fill in the blank… food, fufillment, mates, work, warmer or colder weather, something, anything}. It is simply easier or faster to stay in touch with many people now… so does that allow you the time to miss them… and what does that have to do with home? Much perhaps, but I am not sure at this point.

Home is where the heart is. Home is where you hang you hat. Home is your location. Home is where you were born…. where your children were born. Home is where most immediate family is…

It is something that is evolving in my head at the moment. I want to be at home… I know this, but I am not sure where that home is…

Leaping

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GB Sweater Closeup
I started this week off in a fairly terrible mood. I was hoping desperately for a snow day and I wanted nothing to do with school… It felt very blah, but it got better. Each day this week it got a little better.

Some highlights of the week include gorgeous, fluffy snow falling from sky on several occasions. It was not enough for a snow day, but I had forgotten how beautiful it is when it snows… and on several magical occasions this week I got to just watch. All of my students were so happy about the snow as well- We had snowball fights abound and a general wonder while looking out the window as it fell. Watching that did wonders for my crappy mood.

Jon was oh so sweet this week- coming to my rescue on several occasions. He knows me so well and can navigate my ups and downs better than me sometimes… and for that I am incredibly grateful.

I manged to paint and play this week… and I managed to *finally* finish the brown and green sweater that I had been working on for 300 million years…. I also finished a shawl that I had been working on for quite a bit. All of that made me quite happy. I even worked some on my never ending socks… that look more like socks each day… we shall see if they ever do turn into proper socks.
shawl
So this morning the sky is a pale blue… it looks like it will be cold, but not too cold and I am feeling good. Jon and I have talked about wandering around a bit this weekend. I think we are headed towards East London to play… we shall see.