The fact that my friend Tory is a forest fairy.
Wallie & Steven
The seasons of my youth.
The Library experience.
Esalen... for real?
Sing to the birds.
Build garden houses.
Write, read, breathe, walk, run, dance, sing, be.
I went to a women's writing group this eve- as I came about it in a serendipitous way I figured I would try and go.
We are all so very different, the 5 of us, and with writing bringing us together it just might work.
Next meeting, 2 weeks and I shall have something to read aloud to this new audience. I am looking for prompts as to which of my many ideas I will go with to develop and...why not...consulted my Purpose cards as I found them frighteningly right on the mark twice now. I was called an Oracle by the younger set so it seemed fitting to get the cards for our weekend away.
Tonight, I asked what to dream about, a three card spread. And, this is what came up.
We shall see if I can remember.
Until then, stories abound!
Wrote for 10.
Plank for 60.
Read a book.
Cooked dinner & didn't set table or clear.
Got little boy to bed after bath & books in time.
Halloween decorations in progress.
Talked with friend.
Planned a future event.
Daydreamed a fun scenario.
12 days till 42.
12 days till tipsy.
12 days to get through 41.
Took a photo.
Walked the dog.
Laughed with a big boy.
Thought about decorating improvements.
Sat in the shade.
Concentrated on breathing.
Did a good deed.
Planned a better one.
Experienced a creative moment.
A random postcard brought me to tears.
Received a compliment.
...all in this day.
Meditation is up to 7 minutes, yikes!
Still haven't written the gratitude letters, making no good clear time for myself...
Writing sporadically, almost every day however in Evernote and not here.
Fell back in old habits, kicked them out (sort of).
Back walking almost every day.
Interested in this 6 month permaculture class, ohmygee- it would be amazing.
School begins this week and I find myself wanting more in-house-alone-time... big boy needs a job.
Byron Katie is amazing. Keep folowing.
Mountains & ocean, who can choose?
Trees, trees, it is all about the trees.
Is there anything about me
That makes me Me?
Where do my fabrications end
And my truth begin?
All people can be all things
Proving to myself
Being for the world
Mother vs. Wife
Husband vs. Son
Set about a writing schedule
And GET ON IT ALREADY!
So the day doors indeed go a bit better when tasks are done first, or early, and checked off.
Also, I do so like organization and expect to try a paper weekly calendar upon arrival home.
Feeling better about the plank and meditation and man do I love the walk...especially here in nyc, however time for myself is lacking even with a task list/goal.
I am getting a plan together for when my little friend goes back to school.
All in all, progress, and nothing bad or especially hard. Yay.
I have an idea.
a certain set of thoughts that gets stuck, looping, around in my head that I am not able to shake clear without consideration.
I love the idea.
I am in strawberry.
making it work.
it is hard work and i need some hard work.
i need to fix problems that arise and make things beautiful.
i need to draw a crowd of people and learn from them - hear their stories - and create my own.,
the opportunity of summer is looming and I feel like I must go there from day 1 through as long as possible.
although my favorite time would be summer turning into the new year, i will take what i can get.
how to again push away what i long for?
again to crumple up a dream?
it isn't like we are living a dream for any other - my spouse does not seem to have a dream except not working and that is just preposterous.
so, what to do?
go to pilates.
that is something that strawberry wont have.
without me making it.
go and be here and love it while you are here.
who knows how long there is amongst this beauty?
and taking up all the space that the dream was inside my head,
that lucid space
the swiss cheese holes they filled with music
and then became
and then i cried
for a moment
and then i spoke.
taking me as more important
for i would die
by my own hand
if i didn't get this bit down.