I crawl under the covers during winters and storms- nature made or not- and I hide- and roll around in pity. And this must – if I ever hope to get anywhere that I like-stop.
I have this week of space and time. Glorious, but also I want to parse out a small bud of a pattern that I can accomplish (maybe see or cherish is a better word) in the midst of everyday life.
So this is the charge for this week. Rediscover beauty– and make a place for it in the the chaos of the everyday.
This made me feel like hibernating again… Thankfully today was lovely and not snowy.
So… I love to write and I love to make pretty crafty things with paper, but I have not been making time for any of that in quite some time. Enter Shimelle with a wonderfully timed class Blogging for Scrapbookers!
So with this I hope that for the next three weeks I will write more, create more, notice more in my daily life and here on my little -sadly neglected- blog. Woot!
I have at least four boxes of journals that I recently moved with me to North Carolina. I have traveled with some of them as long as twenty years. They have gone everywhere with me excepting the year that I was in London- for that adventure they stayed in my mother’s shed.They are heavy and every time that I go to move them I wonder should I just burn them all? I can’t imagine just throwing them away… but what I can picture is a bonfire of sorts with the last twenty some years going up in flames.
So this time was in fact no different… I looked at them and thought… what if… but I moved them and now they are here with me in another house and I am looking at them wondering how long I will continue to cart them around. The flames are enticing.
Every now and then I look through them paging through distant lifetimes and memorabilia and during those times I often have mixed feelings about them. It is lovely to travel down that road… sometimes… but other times it simply drags me down with the weight of it all.
By nature I don’t like getting rid of things. I feel that I will come to regret the decision- so I cling to what I have. On the other hand the last several years have taught me to let go, but the journals are still around. How important is it to collect these memories? My rambling words, letters and cards from people who have come in and out of my life… how important is it to keep them in a tangible, touchable form?
For now, I don’t have an answer… so with all my other baggage I suppose that I will continue to cart them around.
Today is warm and I am reminded of one of the few things I love about south Georgia. There is a warm breeze and the day is lovely and blue.
And that is all that today needs to be.
blue shoes make me smile
So on Monday I am beginning the Feel Good Fast and I am getting very excited. It is not a fast- it is a cleansing and a realigning of how you eat and how you live day to day. I have eliminated animal products from my diet before and I slipped back into old habits; I am hoping that this will get me back on track.
This is my first post of the new year and with this I am also hoping to get back to focusing on what is important to me. It seems that I let so much of my time get slurped up by things that I do not actually like. So here is to savoring each beautiful moment. Treading lightly on the ground and taking time to celebrate each precious moment… even when- especially when I am walking towards where I want to be. Remember, I am not there yet and as long as I keep moving forward all is well.
More fun with Shimelle’s Color Challenge… and therefore more about the wonderful color green… I would imagine that by now you can tell that it is simply my favorite. It has been my favorite for the longest time and there is no sign of that chaning any time soon.
Green for my glory– I love the color green. It is lush, smells of life, and surrounds me wherever I go. Color is so very important to me… that is why I am looking forward to joining in with Shimelle’s Month of Colour. I think it will be a wonderful exploration.