ahh… summer

oh sweet little place to write and dream- i have quite forgotten you, well not forgotten- just not done anything here in so very long… but now it is summer break and i feel like once again visiting and playing here and i am hoping that i make this space part of my day again. for what- i know not just yet, but it will come to me.

the air is warm and summer is all around me. as a teacher person this is the first proper summer break i have ever had (read proper as going back to the same school, not moving across oceans, not spending the entire time in classes, and generally getting to do whatever i fancy until the end of july– read wonderful).

i am quite pleased on the whole- though i feel like this will also be a good time to pay attention to a lot of the things that i want to pay attention to, but have managed, quite brilliantly to ignore. so it goes and we shall see what becomes of it.

This morning I awoke to the sounds of a bird symphony of sorts. When I looked onto the porch it appeared there were hundreds of birds coming to visit our home.

Can you love a place simply because of the birds?

Well, I can… Upon some detective work and with Jon’s help we decided that they must be robins. They stayed all day- flying about, flocking to one tree and then another, and singing- always singing. It was lovely.

Now, it is a quiet Sunday evening and all the birds are asleep or moving on- I will have to wait until tomorrow to find out.

The new year has started out quietly for me. It has been lovely though and I have taken great joy in focusing on the lovely moments in life that take you by surprise. Like a symphony of birds on a cloudly, sunday morning, or kittens that try to hatch avocado trees

The world is full of wonder.

Journaling My Christmas

This year I intend to keep it simple… and use this journal as a way to jump start my writing, but no matter the details- This year I intend to journal my Christmas– to document each day, to celebrate, to remember, to be grateful. So simple, it will be, right here in my journal (and right here on my blog). It will be filled with lists and rants and doodles… and everything else. So there.

Today is December the 1st and it is the first day of the last month of 2008 and I say WOOT to that- because I am ready to move forward and this feels like the perfect opportunity to do just that. I currently feel a bit blah, but I just have to move through that. I am learning, I am growing- and I am continuing to walk forward. This year has been an exercise in patience- a pretty constant reminder that the only pace that I can dictate is my own. So one step at a time- no matter how slow it seems. I must keep moving forward. I can’t wallow in it or wait for things to move or happened on their own. I am realizing that it is not important to know exactly where I am going- only HOW I am going.

So here it goes… another step. If you feel like joining me and many others in this wonderful documenting experieice take a look at Shimelle’s site and join us in Journaling Your Christmas.

not barefoot…

i have been feeling oh so very quiet here lately. i keep thinking of things that i might want to say, but somehow it doesn’t quite come to fruition. i have been rolling around in fall… trying to feel out where i am going and where i want to go- sometimes quite different things.

the leaves are starting to change color here in south georgia and it has even been feeling a bit like winter. still rambling and trying to put the truth down on paper- though as i get older the truth seems less clear… or maybe more clear, but not in need of being shouted from the rooftops. i am not sure which.

but it keeps going and for that i am grateful.

A fresh start for fall….

Dreaming again of new beginnings and fresh starts. Fall seems like a good time to get a fresh perspective on things and clear the slate. So- a new look to things- and trying to revisit why I write here and what I want this place to be for me.

And so it goes. This September I turned 31- which is really quite wonderful. I thought that I might start feeling old or some such bullshit, but truly that is not the feeling of it at all. I have become, as I hoped I might, more and more comfortable in my own skin.

I am feeling out this life and rethinking my place in this world. That has made for some physical changes- like becoming vegan and adding more activity to my day and for some mental changes- rethinking how I spend my time and what my impact is in the world.

And then the striving for living more honestly- which is really where everything is coming from. This idea that I need to truly grasp what it is that is important to me and live by that. No excuses, no bullshit- stop putting on blinders and truly be honest with myself and those around me.

I continue to be a work in progress, but I am starting to feel more like a work of art and less like a construction site.

better…better

“if i kiss you where it’s sore- will you feel better, better, better- will you feel anything at all?” -regina spektor

I continue to be obsessed with this song by Ms. Regina Spektor. Tis lovely. I had much fun with this page. Thread and glue- a lovely enveloped sealed and filled with journaling. Lovely and having the fun.