Sunday, August 23
Sometimes, life gets in the way of writing, but I want writing to be a part of my life. So I'm sitting here with a blank blogger post open and am just going to go for it, no "blog" intent- just the intent to write.
When I was home in June between jobs I made an inspiration board, I cut out pictures and colors and fabrics from design magazines and pinned them together to represent an aesthetic that pleases me and one I'd like to incorporate someday in to my home. I suppose it can also inspire me to write. I can look at it and just feel inspired to create. I should look at it and feel that. That's why I propped it in front of me on my desk. Speaking of desks, I long for a real one, with a real chair. Just sayin'.
I think I took this week off from being driven in my life. I didn't really exercise, I didn't eat that well and I didn't do much outside of work. I was driven at work, for the most part, but looking back it was an off week. And, I'm happy about that. I needed it. Thank God it was paired with a CFW. I really needed this weekend, to rehydrate. I love the summer, I love all the activities and chances to be outdoors and living life to the fullest. However, it is draining in the end. No wonder Fall and Winter come next with the desire to cuddle up indoors with warm mugs in your hands and a long book by your side. We've had our AC on constantly this past week, and I'm sick of the noise. I want to be outside in a corduroy coat with Matt's warm hand in mine as we enjoy the crisp air. I'm ready for a little bit more R&R in my daily life, my day to day. I want to open the window and feel a cool breeze and listen to the wind chimes in the yards behind us. Last Fall I had nothing but time, I came down from the high of the wedding and honeymoon with the chance at a lot of R&R, although it wasn't really relaxing with finding a job stress thrown in. Regardless, this year I need to balance a full summer with a full life and thank God for that, I just need to figure out how.
Friday, August 14
The light ripples and reflects off the water in a way unlike anything else. It feels clean and inviting against my hot skin. I sit and I watch and I don't need to do anything else. The hum of people present, they join in our vigil of taking in what surrounds us, and they come back year after year to replenish.
I see the Birch Bark Cross that stood next to us as we wed and I feel nostalgic and happy and blessed that it was here.
I lift my arms and pull the water away, feeling strong and ready and warm enveloped by this body.
I pump my legs against petals and pavement and take in the green pastures and tall trees.
I eat the bounty of the season, hand picked from long skinny boats.
I sleep deeply and easily.
I feel replenished and full, and then I drive away and think of my return immediately.