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Today we discovered new life… escaping.
e.darcy
The lazy sunday was spent cleaning out a disaster of a closet-and indulging delicious new desserts…
Taking photos of things very much alive…
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and things that are in stages of hibernation…
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It's a beautiful day-and over so quickly. What happened to my weekend? What happened to my urge to ride my bicycle through non-existent puddles? Sigh… The work week starts again.
Back to washing clothes, washing hair, and putting on deodorant.
Fields with signs advertising 'Long Horn Burgers!' while cows graze unknowingly. We stopped for these burgers, drank soda from jam jars-and were on our way to run into fields with secrets… those secrets? nasty nasty spiders and bugs…
e.darcy
Small towns that charge 1 dollar to look at their rattle snakes…
I am so glad for these small places in the world. These backwards-homely, participating in the towns apple pie contest, people. People who aren't scared of getting dirty-but of being clean in the concrete city. Slow life-going home to a warm wooden table where the family gathers-rough hands and dirty jeans.
e.darcy
Earth crunching under foot, snake skins and dirt. Today was lovely.
On a box of tea I discovered eight ways to add joy to your life, I loved what it said so much that I thought I should share it with all of you-so you can add it to the ways that you already bring joy to your life and those around you.
Pay as much attention to the things that are working positively in your life as you do to those that are giving you trouble. (I like to think that I do this, but I also have to admit that I can only see what is good in my life when I contemplate the bad.)
Rake a big pile of leaves every fall and jump in it with someone you love. (so is just as good!)
Memorize your favourite love poem. (mine is by ee cummings)
Learn three knock-knock jokes, so you will always be ready to entertain children.
Don't let weeds grow around your dreams. (it's okay to give them to the stars to keep for a while though)
Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something.
Regardless of the situation, react with class.
Let some things remain mysterious.
-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
I know that fortune cookies are all typed out on a major machine, printed off and stuffed into a cookie with the metal arm of a robot–but tonight our cookie read:
'time heals all wounds. keep your chin up.'
perhaps that little Asian robot knew that that cookie would come to us.
I've never realised until now-that it is easier to make someone else sound good on paper than yourself. Writing out a resume for Steven and myself, I see that I have not accomplished anything that is too impressive on paper.
Hmph.
Tell me, did you put a lie on yours?
Lying on a hand made blanket beneath a painted sky–its easy to feel free-alive-inspired. Thinking about how the world is moving and going along without our knowledge-watching the moon rise to continue waxing and waning.
e.darcy
I stayed out for a while-by myself… Thinking, breathing, watching. Writing when things came to mind and resting with the world spinning around me.
Autumn marks the transition from summer to winter-My most favourite time of the year… A time when the trees speak to each other-in unison changing their leaves from green to orange, yellow, and red. The fire colours of the earth. This is a time when the sky is grey and cold, when the morning dew brings fog that hovers…. When the birds heart tells it where to fly.
e.darcy
To me, this is when the earth is at its most beautiful transition. A circle of life and death, thriving, surviving, vitality. The harvest to tide over for winter, and the birth of life in spring.
At 90° it appears that we will wait longer for the turn over…
Money…
Money and I have never had a good relationship. We've fought-it's been there, and has left. It has left me with anxiety and fear at times. Money is not my friend even when I have it.
e.darcy
I'm trying to work on it… slowly but surely I come to terms with it-that its a number that means nothing to my future. It's a number that will come and go. It's a number that will never buy happiness-one that will not always offer security-and one that just brings anxiety anyway. It's difficult to learn to spend money on yourself–for things you want, not need.
The book is progressing…story is changing..life is constantly unfolding.
I don't know what our future holds. I don't even know what tomorrow will bring. All I do know is that things change everyday-they change for a reason-planned or not planned. (no… I'm not pregnant)
We are told to follow our hearts-always. Our hearts have made decisions that can be confusing, difficult, complicated-and simple all the same. We just have to trust ourselves and let go.
e.darcy
I'm following my heart…and learning to take on each day as a new one. To not live by plans-because they always change. I'm learning, and growing-I'm struggling and making accomplishments.
So here is to a new start, a new chapter, a fresh page…and silly faces.
I wish I could go back to a time with red lipped teachers whispering words to be quiet… Thick pencils in tiny hands, construction paper and glue. I'd love to go back to a time when Show & Tell was a weekly event. Each child would go home searching for the perfect item to show. Reciting how exactly they want to share-and hope that people would be interested.
When I wake in the morning-I'm thinking of my site… I'm thinking of how I can write something that will mean something, that will be interesting-that I can capture.This is my Show & Tell.
Sometimes I can't find just that perfect thing… I'd rather just be the kid with snacks and pass out animal crackers.
It's your turn… tell me what you'd show-and why.
Have you ever wondered what things look like behind other peoples eyes? Is the sunrise just as bright and beautiful through my eyes as they are through yours? Would one colour through yours be the same colour through mine?
e.darcy
Eyes are so intense-the windows to the soul… To look into the depth of a pupil would suck you in to an abyss of nothingness and everything. unknowing. questioning. pure. open to their surroundings.
I think sometimes that what we draw is what we see-the way in which we draw… Not to say that I can draw what I want, or how I want to… Just that the abstract designs of artists could be what they perceive of the world, how they see it-or how it sees them.
