Wow! It’s been quite some time since I’ve written. I’ve sat down with the intention of posting but then none of my thoughts sounded deep enough or witty enough or interesting enough for the keyboard, so I let it slide. I can’t promise that these will be witty or interesting or exciting or interesting enough now, but I feel ready to write at least.
So…. the move went pretty well. There were some bumps in the road and we’ve had tons and tons to do since we’ve arrived in NC but our house feels like a home, despite the random emotional overheats and breakdowns. There’s definitely a feeling of peace and home in this nice little house we found. I’ll post some photos shortly – maybe even tonight if I’m feeling really inspired.
I’m realizing as I write that maybe I’m still not ready to write. There is so much newness going on and it’s crazy and exciting and sad and scary and comfortable and fun all at once, but for some reason words can’t do life justice at times. Maybe this is just one of those times.
So, subjects for later are the new house, living with the boy, the new pregnant (perhaps?) stray cat, the new job, the beautiful mountains that are always immersed in a magical type of fog.
For now, though, I’ll leave with a little erasure poem:
In the night a recital of a dream
composition discovering the promise
The festival begins
with a procession masterpiece,
poetry, a parody;
retorts calls to it.
The delighted offers
of the guild
but old discourses of permanence
persuades him to enter.
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And a 3 Things, 2 Things:
3 things that make you happy:
starting a new, creative project
bird-song filled breezes filling the room
2 things you are looking forward to today:
finishing my work
reading more of The Female Brain by Louann Brizendine
2 long term things you are looking forward to:
building my own blog
1 person you are going to appreciate: