One paragraph


Inspired by Christina Rosalie’s One Paragraph a Day I thought…. why not….

My first thought was to start a whole new blog- You know so much has changed since I even visited this space, but then why give into that urge? It is the same urge that has me wasting pages of a blank journal simply so that I can start on a clean space, but there are no truly clean slates and why would I want to wipe it all away? What good would that do?

I am here. And I am here because I was there.

So enough with the clean slates and the starting fresh and the drama of all that goes along with that. Today I am writing one paragraph and that is more than enough.

Summer here is drawing to a close. It will feel warm for some time to come- it usually does, but almost as a warning there was a chill in the air today. Not cold- just enough to say hello. It is a Friday and my last free Friday of the summer. Next week I will go back to school and then the following week I will have a room full of students. A room with walls and a door this year!

The summer was slow and lazy and though fall often signals preparation for the hibernation of winter I am ready to get moving- both physically and mentally.

It’s oh so quiet….


I feel so quiet lately. In some ways that is truly wonderful,but I wonder what will become of this space… Do I keep it? Is this something that I can return to or is its time past. Do I need to find a new space?
I am still growing, moving forward…. But not sure what this will look like. Some more pondering I suppose.

these are a few of my favorite things…

Spring is in the air… and even though the spring-like weather is gone for the time being- and even though my sinuses are hating the blooming blooms- I have really been enjoying the first tentative steps out of winter hibernation. It is good for me. Here are some of the things that have been helping me unearth from the depths of winter.

These gorgeous green glasses found via Erin from Design for Mankind.

This lovely post from Ms. Emily of Inside A Black Apple about some book treasures she found on a recent trip to Powell’s Book store.

The class Blogging for Scrapbookers from Shimelle which is inspiring me to write on my blog and take some pretty pictures. Her classes are always such a great creative pick-me-up.

Reading yummy posts from Boho Girl about her and her wonderful family.

Beautiful prints from Elise Blaha. Her words and pictures are always so lovely to peruse.

I hope that you are blooming as well and enjoying this precious time of year.

Part of the Process…

So I have moved my sandslippers and I am trying to figure out- in so many ways  in my life- what to do next. I feel a bit like this gorgeous willow tree that lives outside of my house. It is not growing at the moment… but it is quite full of life. It is simply resting for a bit.

In my view of nature that tree is taking inventory. Looking at the parts of itself that it likes. The parts that are firmly rooted in the ground and can me supported and nourished properly. It is also looking at what it must let go- so that it can thrive.

I feel quite a lot like this tree. I am quite alive, but at rest. I feel so very fortunate to have family and friends who comfort and support me during this process. And while it is winter and we huddle against the storms that pound at us- it is true that spring and growth will come again. It is all part of the process.

Mondo Beyondo: Dream Lab

Mondo Beyondo Dream Lab: Play Practice Learn

I am so very excited. I am participating in the Mondo Beyondo Dream Lab this fall. My life has really been changing in so many ways and I am looking forward to this chance to play and dream a bit. I have been a long time fan of Andrea Scher and I think this class is really coming at a wonderful time for me.

I am not sure what to expect, but I am sure looking forward to finding out. It starts on Monday! Woot!

one hundred years of solitude

I now consider it quite unfortunate that I have not read any other novels by Gabriel Garcia Marquez up until this point. This is one of those books that I had been meaning to read for quite some time, but some how had never managed to do so. Fortunately, I have now corrected that and plan to read much more of his work in the future.

This magical novel, set in the mythical town of Macondo, follows the rise and fall of the Buendia family. Jose Arcadio Buendia and Ursula Iguaran are the heads of the Buendia clan and founders of Macondo. They inhabit this book and the town of Macondo with a fierce tenacity set on the survival and success of their clan. But while the Buendia clan does seem set on survival its members somehow always end up striving for this on their own. In life, love, war and death this is a family of individuals fighting their own very personal battles.

Each Buendia lives in a world that is self created. Amaranta looses her one true love  and lives in a world of bitter jealously and resentment, never allowing another into her heart. She never finds peace even when she eventually accepts that she will die before her rival and sister, Rebbecca.  Colonel Aureliano Beundia who fought 37 battles and won none retreats into his own world saying “I am sorry, but the war has done away with everything.” Melquiades, a traveling magic man of sorts, haunts the novel even after his death. But that is not so unusual for death in this world is never the end of things– it is merely a different way of being.

Too vast to pin down to any one place this novel takes over and envelopes you into its world. Taking much care that you enter alone- for it is the only way to truly grasp the heart-wrenching beauty of One Hundred Years of Solitude.