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the photos irene shares on her blog
time spent with a "blog world now dear real world friend" at the tacoma art museum (check out deb's post about day together)
spending sunday mornings with charles osgood (especially today's flashback about marcel marceau)
kindness
mugs of J. Garcia magic herb tea
the quirky world that is Season 3 of "Northern Exposure"
sketching ideas and making lists in my moleskine
holding hands on the couch, 9.22.07
Last night, around 2 AM, I became violently ill. (That worst kind of middle of the night "I am sitting on and cannot move from the very bathroom fixture toward which I need to be facing" kind of ill.) And, my husband took care of me in all my, well, let's be honest, in all my grossness. He never once invited me to feel worse than I already did. (Thank you my dear friend.)
So today has been a day filled with:
Glasses of Powerade and meals of oyster crackers.
An episode of the "History Detectives" (during which I announced, "I think I have actually found what it is I want to do with my life").
The "Nature" episode about hippos. (Two words. Holy crappoly. They are the wackiest, coolest creatures.)
A pick-me-up first quarter of the Notre Dame football game (the rest of the game, well, the rest of the game did not so much improve my spirits, me being a ND grad and all).
Holding hands on the couch.
Taking an "I don't think I moved from this position for two hours" nap.
Adding a few more rows to the scarf I am crocheting.
Eating a dinner of rotisserie chicken, corn, and tater tots (somehow this was the combination that sounded good…perhaps because it is a bit like a Thanksgiving meal in a way, which does seem to comfort).
Lots of very kind words uttered by my husband as he basically spent the entire day taking care of me.
Spending a wee bit of time on the sewing machine doing some quick rows of patchwork.
Being very thankful that I have not experienced additional rounds of whatever got me last night (we are thinking food poisoning from the fish I had at dinner perhaps…ugh).
More holding hands on the couch.
Watching an episode of "Dr. Who" followed by an episode of (what is becoming my new favorite sci-fi show) "Torchwood." Ladies, have you seen that Captain Jack Harkness?? My oh my.
I wanted today to be filled with:
A lot of sewing in preparation for ArtFiberFest vendor night (according to Teesha's site there are a few spots left...you should come out here for it...I'd love to see you).
Walking along Ruston Way.
Eating breakfast at The Spar (when you come, I will take you to eat breakfast there…the view of The Sound is incredible).
Another two hours toward completing "The Great Cleanup/Organization of 2007."
More sewing.
Prepping my shop for the "last day of summer sale that will last the first week of autumn" I planned to begin today (it is going to have to wait until Monday I think as I another nap is probably in order right now…but this is a little teaser to say: all the purses in my shop are going on sale Monday as I want to move on to some fall items/fabrics and all that good stuff…and I think it will just be fun to have a sale every now and then...)
Even though I didn't feel up to doing all that I wanted today, sitting on the couch and holding hands was just about the most perfect way to spend the day a girl could have I think...it's kind of an unexpected gift of slowing down and remembering...
Hope you were able to slow down a bit this weekend too...
more poem notes (or maybe an early, early draft of a poem) on this thursday...
I come to the water
to breathe in
salt,
hope,
shadows
I come to the water
to remember
her laughter
I come to the water
because I fear
forgetting
everything
I come to the water
to open
a space
inside me
I come to the water
to find
pieces of the past
I come to the water
to grieve
I come to the water
to let go
I come to the water
to seize life
head on over to jillypoet's for another thursday of the traveling poetry show...
Deb Talan sang:
Tell your story to anyone who'll listen
Tell your story
Don't stop talking
Just tell your story walking
Natalie Maine's reminded:
I know you said
Why can't you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
Neil Diamond encouraged:
Can't stand still while the music is playin'
Paul Simon picks up the tempo:
Gone at last, gone at last
I had a long streak of bad luck
But I pray it's gone at last
Tina Turner spoke her truth:
And I never lost one minute of sleeping
Worrying bout the way things might have been
Keith Urban kept me going with:
My troubles behind me
I'm alive and I'm free
Who wouldn't wanna be me
Natalie Maines pushed me forward:
Well, I fought with a stranger and I met myself
I opened my mouth and I heard myself
It can get pretty lonely when you show yourself
Guess I could have made it easier on myself
But I, I could never follow
And, Deb Talan invited in healing:
Dry your wings in the sun
You have only begun to understand
The "do I really have to do this" playlist:
"Tell Your Story" by Deb Talan
"Not Ready to Make Nice" by the Dixie Chicks
"Cherry, Cherry" by Neil Diamond
"Gone at Last" by Paul Simon
"Proud Mary" by Tina Turner
"Who Wouldn't Want to be Me" by Keith Urban
"The Long Way Around" by the Dixie Chicks
"Ashes on Your Eyes" by Deb Talan
dahlias at the pike place market, 9.3.07
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Anaïs Nin
Carolee is hosting "The Traveling Poetry Show" today, so please visit her blog to read her post, find out next week's prompt, and visit her comments to link to some posts about poetry.
Yesterday, thinking about the idea of fear that Delia posted as the prompt last week, the writing prompt "I almost" sprung to my mind. I wanted to just write and write all that came from thinking about that phrase. Fears can spring from that word almost. The following phrases aren't current feelings necessarily, just thoughts that came to me as I wrote for several minutes without stopping or editing (much):
I almost
Sat until I couldn't feel
Closed my eyes to truth
Got in the car and never looked back
Quietly allowed the world to happen around me
Believed that things just seemed to happen to me
Stayed in a belittling, suckerpunch-filled relationship
Wished it all away
Felt so much envy I forgot me
Stuffed anger in until my belly bloated
Forgot to remember myself
Slept my way to stagnation
Thought I didn't have a tribe
Didn't believe someone could change
Didn't own all of it
Didn't allow for possibility
Didn't dream of something breath taking
Lost my footing
And from this free writing came the following little poem of sorts:
I almost slept
my way to stagnation
but instead
I swim inside
possibility
balance
and breath
tonight, i made myself some tazo passion tea (it is purple...love that) and a wee bit of toast with jam, a french movie in the background, and sat down to a little virtual window shopping. this time of taking a break from working or well doing much of anything really while jonny grades not far from me and millie sighs with contentment, it is a time i am trying to give myself a bit more often. stopping the doing and just enjoying a little something for me...
and here are just a few of the things that caught my eye while glancing at several shops (and i just had to put them in categories...you all know i have been doing a lot of organizing lately):
{dreaming of brisk fall days}
this wicked cool orange cap by linda
the tumbleweed trail lariat and the blossom capelet from fringe's shop
the little green apples scarflette and the eden crochet beanie from boutique pink designs
{jewels for the neck}
this maple tree necklace and this gorgeous necklace from the silent goddess
{made from vintage fabric}
an apron
a bracelet
a cuff (check out this artist's blog...creating things from thrifted and found items - fantastic stuff!)
{little guys to hug}
and how about some gorgeous stuffies like these and this adorable owl...oh and every. last. darn. creature. in. tiny warbler's shop.
elizabeth edwards
the artwork of annie lockhart, especially this necklace
the newest issue of romantic homes
this honest post by futuregirl alice
This print and other artwork by Nathaniel Eckstrom
the hint of fall in the air
the songs of the dixie chicks (again and again)
