I have been talking to myself lately. But just in my head. I am a nice person, give good pep talks, that sort of jazz. Decided I should ought to give me own self the kind of support I normally reserve for others, so I've been giving it a try. I wonder why I never thought to check in with myself like that before.
Turns out, I really appreciate the insight and encouragement.
Of course, maybe I've gone off the deep end.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
di-di-yenu
Breathe easy, I have not swallowed a fork.
Ms. Pants has a possible home with a very nice couple and their 4-year old little girl. They have no other pets and Pants loves kids. I will be very sad to say good bye. When I look at her and think about it I feel like I can't breathe. But this is selfish. I cannot give her what she needs, my schedule schedule is so insane I can't figure out how to fit in all the work hours I need much less take good care of the dog. I wish, I wish, I wish. I wish I could find a way. She goes to spend a few days with this family this Friday to see how it will work. I hope it is a good fit. She deserves a little girl all her own. I have had many years with her, I should be grateful. She's a good good girl.
On the romance front. It is how it is.
In other news: I am going to a seder tomorrow night! My first in many - a - year. Its going to be vegetarian. Yay!
That's all for now, folks.
Ms. Pants has a possible home with a very nice couple and their 4-year old little girl. They have no other pets and Pants loves kids. I will be very sad to say good bye. When I look at her and think about it I feel like I can't breathe. But this is selfish. I cannot give her what she needs, my schedule schedule is so insane I can't figure out how to fit in all the work hours I need much less take good care of the dog. I wish, I wish, I wish. I wish I could find a way. She goes to spend a few days with this family this Friday to see how it will work. I hope it is a good fit. She deserves a little girl all her own. I have had many years with her, I should be grateful. She's a good good girl.
On the romance front. It is how it is.
In other news: I am going to a seder tomorrow night! My first in many - a - year. Its going to be vegetarian. Yay!
That's all for now, folks.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Everyone changes their mind...
My folks changed their mind about wanting Pants back. Now I'm back to square one with the ex (The Original one, not the most recent one). Ugh.
also
I have recently been made single again. Apparently she changed her mind about wanting to be in a relationship with me. I bear no grudge, but am terribly sad. Never the less, I can only laud a person for being honest.
I have been crying for no reason a lot. My poor friends went through this before. I have sworn to make it quick and not ruminate over it.
I think it will be for the best. It has already made way for prioritizing my school work. I've been engaging in a heck of a lot less recreational crippity crap. Also, as hard as it is, maybe it is all for a good reason. Perhaps this is all a cosmic intervention aimed at making room in my life for the person who I am meant to be with and all that jazz.
(I reserve the right to change my mind about that)
blah deee blah dee blah blah blah
also
I have recently been made single again. Apparently she changed her mind about wanting to be in a relationship with me. I bear no grudge, but am terribly sad. Never the less, I can only laud a person for being honest.
I have been crying for no reason a lot. My poor friends went through this before. I have sworn to make it quick and not ruminate over it.
I think it will be for the best. It has already made way for prioritizing my school work. I've been engaging in a heck of a lot less recreational crippity crap. Also, as hard as it is, maybe it is all for a good reason. Perhaps this is all a cosmic intervention aimed at making room in my life for the person who I am meant to be with and all that jazz.
(I reserve the right to change my mind about that)
blah deee blah dee blah blah blah
Friday, March 13, 2009
Homeward Bound
Well, I wasn't expecting them to say yes... but they have.
Pants is going home to Alaska.
My parents would like to take Miss Pants back. This isn't altogether ideal, since my relationship with them has been rocky for the past few years. Nevertheless, she was their dog originally and I felt I had to ask. The ex said this was fine last week, but that was hypothetical at the time. Now comes reality. The ex and my parents do not get along. I just hope the ex meant it when she said she was fine with me asking my parents, 'cos I asked and she doesn't want Pants and they want her, so that's what's gotta happen. It's going to mean she can't visit Miss Pants. I don't think she wants to.
I suspect that my parents will want me to bring her to them, which will mean a plane trip, which means I need to start saving. Now.
Also, I should be working on my midterm at the moment.
Gotta run!
Pants is going home to Alaska.
My parents would like to take Miss Pants back. This isn't altogether ideal, since my relationship with them has been rocky for the past few years. Nevertheless, she was their dog originally and I felt I had to ask. The ex said this was fine last week, but that was hypothetical at the time. Now comes reality. The ex and my parents do not get along. I just hope the ex meant it when she said she was fine with me asking my parents, 'cos I asked and she doesn't want Pants and they want her, so that's what's gotta happen. It's going to mean she can't visit Miss Pants. I don't think she wants to.
I suspect that my parents will want me to bring her to them, which will mean a plane trip, which means I need to start saving. Now.
Also, I should be working on my midterm at the moment.
Gotta run!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A longy-long time.
It's been quite a very long time since I wrote in here. Can't blame you if you stopped reading. I would. I have, actually. School and life climbed up my leg and wrapped their arms around me... and I've been polka-ing with the dynamic duo non-stop since October.
I get up before 7am most days, though I've been able to sleep in a little on the weekends lately. I have been working part time(I recently went down to per-diem)and now have weekends off, which is lovely!
I'm still in school full time. I've started my first clinical rotation in school, I am doing primary care at a university health clinic one day a week along with that. I've been doing some RA hours also and hopefully am close to submitting a manuscript to some places for publication. I'm gearing up for my first rejections shortly to follow.
I do my best to get my work done during the day -- which usually involves lots of typing. In the evening I try and put it away if I can. If I can't I end up writing my never ending papers and intermittently doing things like this, or checking my email. Mostly, at the end of the day I want to put on play clothes and go for a long walk in the fading sun. After which, I'm usually interested in a nice supper followed by some reading (lately by the fireplace) before I turn in and go to sleep in preparation for another early day.
This is boring. I've become boring. Welcome to my boring life!
Naaaaw.
I isn't boring.
Shush, you!
Other updates... my breast reduction went well. I'm well into healing. The scars are fading well, but I can still see them. My back has been gradually improving since, which has been wonderful. I'm still dating the same woman I started crushing on around this time last year. She's at an all-girl punk rock concert at the moment. I had midterm writing to do, so I stayed home. See how wisely I use my time? Communication with my folks is better than it has been in quite some times and, this year, may even progress to the exchange of birthday cards. Things on that front have been rocky at times, I rarely know where things stand but for a few weeks things have been good. So that's good.
Things with the ex haven't changed. We don't see each other except to exchange the dog, which has become a point of contention. She wants me to take the dog full-time now. I agreed to do it, I'd love to do it. I need to move to do it... and I feel guilty. I feel guilty because I'm gone long hours. I feel guilty because the ex has a family that wants her who I think would make a great home for her. I feel guilty for being willing to give my dog away. I feel guilty for wanting to keep her. I feel guilty either way. Also, there's the part where she used to belong to my parents and, if I give her away, I feel like I ought to ask them if they want her back first -- only I don't want her to go there.
Those things.
Plus, Kel's gravy is good gravy!
I get up before 7am most days, though I've been able to sleep in a little on the weekends lately. I have been working part time(I recently went down to per-diem)and now have weekends off, which is lovely!
I'm still in school full time. I've started my first clinical rotation in school, I am doing primary care at a university health clinic one day a week along with that. I've been doing some RA hours also and hopefully am close to submitting a manuscript to some places for publication. I'm gearing up for my first rejections shortly to follow.
I do my best to get my work done during the day -- which usually involves lots of typing. In the evening I try and put it away if I can. If I can't I end up writing my never ending papers and intermittently doing things like this, or checking my email. Mostly, at the end of the day I want to put on play clothes and go for a long walk in the fading sun. After which, I'm usually interested in a nice supper followed by some reading (lately by the fireplace) before I turn in and go to sleep in preparation for another early day.
This is boring. I've become boring. Welcome to my boring life!
Naaaaw.
I isn't boring.
Shush, you!
Other updates... my breast reduction went well. I'm well into healing. The scars are fading well, but I can still see them. My back has been gradually improving since, which has been wonderful. I'm still dating the same woman I started crushing on around this time last year. She's at an all-girl punk rock concert at the moment. I had midterm writing to do, so I stayed home. See how wisely I use my time? Communication with my folks is better than it has been in quite some times and, this year, may even progress to the exchange of birthday cards. Things on that front have been rocky at times, I rarely know where things stand but for a few weeks things have been good. So that's good.
Things with the ex haven't changed. We don't see each other except to exchange the dog, which has become a point of contention. She wants me to take the dog full-time now. I agreed to do it, I'd love to do it. I need to move to do it... and I feel guilty. I feel guilty because I'm gone long hours. I feel guilty because the ex has a family that wants her who I think would make a great home for her. I feel guilty for being willing to give my dog away. I feel guilty for wanting to keep her. I feel guilty either way. Also, there's the part where she used to belong to my parents and, if I give her away, I feel like I ought to ask them if they want her back first -- only I don't want her to go there.
Those things.
Plus, Kel's gravy is good gravy!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Blustery wind and brisk fall leaves
Just got back from a bit of a too-short camping trip.
There's something about a glorious fall day that lifts up my heart and makes me feel like singing. I spent the weekend bundled up, drinking hot coffee on the porch, playing with friends, warming myself in front of blazing wood fires, kayaking and eating good food. The thing about camping is that food and sleep are always the most glorious for me when I top them off with some brisk cold air.
I can't even begin to do justice to a description of the Adirondacks this time of year, but I'll try: The fall leaves are out, though it is a tad late in the season for their full glory. There were fall rain showers in the late night and early morning, wind whipping up the color on our cheeks and fluttering gold and crimson fall leaves. The smell of earth and wood smoke and rain... the sounds of laugher carried on the wind. Rustic cabins with wood stoves and old farm tables for the gathering of family and friends by lamp light.
A trip with that many people can be a bear if the right mix isn't there -- but everyone was lovely and harmonious, as if they'd been hand picked. Which I suppose they were. Group time, alone time, pie-iron time and god-bless-america, pretty walk time.
I had many firsts. A first pie-iron sandwich, a naming, a first time seeing the quaint homestead and the broad porch worn smooth with the boots of friends. A first time to the island, a first pretty walk, and the first night in too many years where the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes were more stars than I could count or name.
On my last day, I paddled out to the island in the lake. I had the whole thing to myself and I sat in a sheltered niche on a bed of soft pine needles and painted a picture. It was the first time in a long time I'd felt that feeling of connecting to my joy in earthliness -- the seasons and of nature -- through my eyes and hands. The wind was cold enough so that I wore gloves, but it blew the rain and clouds from earlier in the day away. The sky became that cloudless lilac color unique to cold fall days. Across the lake the shore was punctuated by brilliant fall colors interspersed with the deep wisened green of the pines; colors that popped against the bright fall sky. I drew a picture of it, which was profound for me. It made me feel both content and happy, and also made me tear up for the loneliness I've carried in abandoning that connection for so long and for the sweet tender feeling it drew up in me to go back to that place.
Ever sat in a pile of cushy pine needles alone on an island watching the fall breathe around you? It's magic and profound, and I am grateful.
There's something about a glorious fall day that lifts up my heart and makes me feel like singing. I spent the weekend bundled up, drinking hot coffee on the porch, playing with friends, warming myself in front of blazing wood fires, kayaking and eating good food. The thing about camping is that food and sleep are always the most glorious for me when I top them off with some brisk cold air.
I can't even begin to do justice to a description of the Adirondacks this time of year, but I'll try: The fall leaves are out, though it is a tad late in the season for their full glory. There were fall rain showers in the late night and early morning, wind whipping up the color on our cheeks and fluttering gold and crimson fall leaves. The smell of earth and wood smoke and rain... the sounds of laugher carried on the wind. Rustic cabins with wood stoves and old farm tables for the gathering of family and friends by lamp light.
A trip with that many people can be a bear if the right mix isn't there -- but everyone was lovely and harmonious, as if they'd been hand picked. Which I suppose they were. Group time, alone time, pie-iron time and god-bless-america, pretty walk time.
I had many firsts. A first pie-iron sandwich, a naming, a first time seeing the quaint homestead and the broad porch worn smooth with the boots of friends. A first time to the island, a first pretty walk, and the first night in too many years where the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes were more stars than I could count or name.
On my last day, I paddled out to the island in the lake. I had the whole thing to myself and I sat in a sheltered niche on a bed of soft pine needles and painted a picture. It was the first time in a long time I'd felt that feeling of connecting to my joy in earthliness -- the seasons and of nature -- through my eyes and hands. The wind was cold enough so that I wore gloves, but it blew the rain and clouds from earlier in the day away. The sky became that cloudless lilac color unique to cold fall days. Across the lake the shore was punctuated by brilliant fall colors interspersed with the deep wisened green of the pines; colors that popped against the bright fall sky. I drew a picture of it, which was profound for me. It made me feel both content and happy, and also made me tear up for the loneliness I've carried in abandoning that connection for so long and for the sweet tender feeling it drew up in me to go back to that place.
Ever sat in a pile of cushy pine needles alone on an island watching the fall breathe around you? It's magic and profound, and I am grateful.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Existental Ponderings
I haven't written in a bit. I'm still alive. I promise.
The general update is that I had some surgery, which turned out fine. I am doing well, recovery has had some bumps but things are looking good. Also, school started up again this week. Turns out school requires lots of reading and Quals are coming up for me this summer (it gives me agita just thinking about it). These days I am in a place of self inquiry. Sometimes I feel close to the core of myself and other times my life just confuses me and I don't know where I am or what I am doing. Even though sometimes I just want clarity, and ease... I know. I know that life is not meant to be clear or easy... that is beside the point. It is the journey we are meant to savor and enjoy. So I am savoring and enjoying it. One day at a time.
Anyway, that's enough of my existential pondering for now.
I wrote a poem last week. For what its worth, here it is:
The Dance.
The persimmon sun sits heavy on the horizon;
Slides down the darkening sky to the slate blue water below.
I came to be with.
With you, with them, with myself;
To dance together here at the edge of the water, beneath the setting sun.
The general update is that I had some surgery, which turned out fine. I am doing well, recovery has had some bumps but things are looking good. Also, school started up again this week. Turns out school requires lots of reading and Quals are coming up for me this summer (it gives me agita just thinking about it). These days I am in a place of self inquiry. Sometimes I feel close to the core of myself and other times my life just confuses me and I don't know where I am or what I am doing. Even though sometimes I just want clarity, and ease... I know. I know that life is not meant to be clear or easy... that is beside the point. It is the journey we are meant to savor and enjoy. So I am savoring and enjoying it. One day at a time.
Anyway, that's enough of my existential pondering for now.
I wrote a poem last week. For what its worth, here it is:
The Dance.
The persimmon sun sits heavy on the horizon;
Slides down the darkening sky to the slate blue water below.
I came to be with.
With you, with them, with myself;
To dance together here at the edge of the water, beneath the setting sun.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Life is rich
I spent Saturday at my first ever renaissance faire <--spelled with an 'e'), which they now call a festival... which I don't understand since everybody knows that every renaissance thingy is exponentially better when words end in an 'e' or have a random 'y' substituted for an 'i'.
Hmmmm.
It makes me wonder if 'womyn' has some sort of renaissance faire-type association. Wouldn't surprise me... of course all the lesbians I know from the 'womyn' era are kinda fantastically hippy, and the folks there were dressed in poofy hemp skirts too, so it makes sense.
The day was, by the way, just... grand. Shall I describe it to you? Of course I shall! I was kind of worried about the day at the beginning, actually. It's funny, 'cos it turned out so pleasant!
Saturday Morning:
I was running late to get at our meeting place at 10am *sharp*. I had forgotten about the annual frat-boy beer drinking festival that crosses the road I take to get there. As luck would have it, there were police traffic folks and I was only 5 minutes late (praise the goddess) because...
-- insert foreboding music and dimming of lights here --
I arrived to a cloud of gloom. Oy! Grumpy and grumpier were acting out a comedy of caffeine withdrawal and cat-puke despair. Everybody was late. No one was speaking to each other. No one had eaten. Someone had tracked cat puke onto the rug. Eeeeeek!
Luckily the late folks arrived just in time to diffuse the situation before the black hole of despair consumed us all (plus they wanted to stop and get coffee, so everyone was happy).
Soon we were underway, there was even low giggling and sharing of foodstuffs.
Saturday Afternoon:
We arrived to a reminder that mother nature is the boss of us.
A tumultuous thunderstorm crashed down upon us the moment we pulled into the parking lot. There were five of us in the car and mama nature was hurling huge thumb-sized drops of rain at us. Hard! There was lightning and thunder and only one of us had an umbrella! We were stuck, all five of us, in a vehicle parked in a big mud puddle muttering "it'll blow over" like a mantra under our breaths... when Madonna spoke to us through the speakers.
So.
With approximately 4 minutes to save the world (or so they say), the group of tightly packed bodies spontaneously busted a move. Which is difficult in a Saturn sedan, but I am here to say is quite possible.
Anyway, apparently the simultaneous show of optimism pleased the universe, because the rain lilted into a soft mist, everyone was happy and laughing and the day picked up the black cloud that had been floating over her and decided to wear it as a cape!
There were folks in renaissance era garb, folks wearing rugs as skirts in an attempt to mimic renaissance era garb, a hilarious man on stilts in a horse costume and a fabulous acrobatic woman in green tights with the moon phases tattooed on her back. There may or may not have been a significant consumption of ale from plastic cups. The pulled-pork pita was both memorable and delicious, as was the intense lady who pulls sound out of her drum. There was the hippy couple that plays the lute and sings "bring us in good ale, good ale/bring us in good ale! Pour a cup for the lady's sake, and bring us in good ale!"and the fried bread with cherries on top, and a woodcut of a stag and a raven and a mermaid. Those things, with a backdrop of cool air and twitters of sunshine and mist and old friends laughing together.
Saturday Evening:
The very best part of the day though, for me, was the short trip afterward to the bluffs.
The gentle field with wisps of tall grasses and prairie flowers like on little house on the prairie plunged suddenly into the soft insistent grey of Lake Ontario, with a sun like a brandy-soaked peach on fire behind it. There was this peninsula-like outcropping that apparently a person used to be able to walk out onto. It was called 'the spine' and had eroded into flesh colored rivulets of earth descending toward the water. It looked like an old woman with pendulous breasts washing her hair in the ocean to me.
I laid there looking at the water and the clouds back lit by that intensely orange sun and the grey-blue sky while friends tossed stones down the cliff trying to make them into the water and talked... and then a few of us walked down to the water to skip stones and feel Ms. Ontario lap at our toes. There was an alone-together sort of moment down by the water, where three women skipped stones on the soft grey surface of the waves, and then we went in. Yep. I met a personal goal. I took my ginormous soon-to-be-smaller breasts for their last skinny-dip. The water was soft and the waves huge and body-lifting and just warm enough to be exhilarating without being freezing. And the best part was that, with hoots and hollers and laughter and glee, each of us peeled back a layer and just... were. It felt really *really* good.
Have you ever had the chance to see a glimpse of joy in the face of people you'd really like to see happy? Take them skinny dipping at the bluffs. Seriously. Life is too short not to.
Hmmmm.
It makes me wonder if 'womyn' has some sort of renaissance faire-type association. Wouldn't surprise me... of course all the lesbians I know from the 'womyn' era are kinda fantastically hippy, and the folks there were dressed in poofy hemp skirts too, so it makes sense.
The day was, by the way, just... grand. Shall I describe it to you? Of course I shall! I was kind of worried about the day at the beginning, actually. It's funny, 'cos it turned out so pleasant!
Saturday Morning:
I was running late to get at our meeting place at 10am *sharp*. I had forgotten about the annual frat-boy beer drinking festival that crosses the road I take to get there. As luck would have it, there were police traffic folks and I was only 5 minutes late (praise the goddess) because...
-- insert foreboding music and dimming of lights here --
I arrived to a cloud of gloom. Oy! Grumpy and grumpier were acting out a comedy of caffeine withdrawal and cat-puke despair. Everybody was late. No one was speaking to each other. No one had eaten. Someone had tracked cat puke onto the rug. Eeeeeek!
Luckily the late folks arrived just in time to diffuse the situation before the black hole of despair consumed us all (plus they wanted to stop and get coffee, so everyone was happy).
Soon we were underway, there was even low giggling and sharing of foodstuffs.
Saturday Afternoon:
We arrived to a reminder that mother nature is the boss of us.
A tumultuous thunderstorm crashed down upon us the moment we pulled into the parking lot. There were five of us in the car and mama nature was hurling huge thumb-sized drops of rain at us. Hard! There was lightning and thunder and only one of us had an umbrella! We were stuck, all five of us, in a vehicle parked in a big mud puddle muttering "it'll blow over" like a mantra under our breaths... when Madonna spoke to us through the speakers.
So.
With approximately 4 minutes to save the world (or so they say), the group of tightly packed bodies spontaneously busted a move. Which is difficult in a Saturn sedan, but I am here to say is quite possible.
Anyway, apparently the simultaneous show of optimism pleased the universe, because the rain lilted into a soft mist, everyone was happy and laughing and the day picked up the black cloud that had been floating over her and decided to wear it as a cape!
There were folks in renaissance era garb, folks wearing rugs as skirts in an attempt to mimic renaissance era garb, a hilarious man on stilts in a horse costume and a fabulous acrobatic woman in green tights with the moon phases tattooed on her back. There may or may not have been a significant consumption of ale from plastic cups. The pulled-pork pita was both memorable and delicious, as was the intense lady who pulls sound out of her drum. There was the hippy couple that plays the lute and sings "bring us in good ale, good ale/bring us in good ale! Pour a cup for the lady's sake, and bring us in good ale!"and the fried bread with cherries on top, and a woodcut of a stag and a raven and a mermaid. Those things, with a backdrop of cool air and twitters of sunshine and mist and old friends laughing together.
Saturday Evening:
The very best part of the day though, for me, was the short trip afterward to the bluffs.
The gentle field with wisps of tall grasses and prairie flowers like on little house on the prairie plunged suddenly into the soft insistent grey of Lake Ontario, with a sun like a brandy-soaked peach on fire behind it. There was this peninsula-like outcropping that apparently a person used to be able to walk out onto. It was called 'the spine' and had eroded into flesh colored rivulets of earth descending toward the water. It looked like an old woman with pendulous breasts washing her hair in the ocean to me.
I laid there looking at the water and the clouds back lit by that intensely orange sun and the grey-blue sky while friends tossed stones down the cliff trying to make them into the water and talked... and then a few of us walked down to the water to skip stones and feel Ms. Ontario lap at our toes. There was an alone-together sort of moment down by the water, where three women skipped stones on the soft grey surface of the waves, and then we went in. Yep. I met a personal goal. I took my ginormous soon-to-be-smaller breasts for their last skinny-dip. The water was soft and the waves huge and body-lifting and just warm enough to be exhilarating without being freezing. And the best part was that, with hoots and hollers and laughter and glee, each of us peeled back a layer and just... were. It felt really *really* good.
Have you ever had the chance to see a glimpse of joy in the face of people you'd really like to see happy? Take them skinny dipping at the bluffs. Seriously. Life is too short not to.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
My feelings got hurted.
Can I trade in my girly tender feelings for some f*cking suspenders or a bendy straw or something utilitarian that could *help* me in my life every little once in a while!?
Ugh.
Ugh.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Are you going to a ball, are you going to a party...
Fancy Pants?
Lyrics and music credit: Awesome Kelly
It makes me giggle.
Fancy Pants is, yet again, the subject of a song. Can anyone be blamed for the fact that her cuteness inspires music? I blame Pants. She *is* the cutiest, after all.
The sun is shining. I desire to walk in it; to open my gait and let myself relax into the swing of legs from hip. My back has been begging for walking. Sore and strained it yearns for it, and I must listen and answer.
This evening. This evening I shall take Fancy Pants.
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Later in the evening, the errant blogger returns!
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I met some friends tonight to watch Shakespeare in the park. It's free and they put it on walking distance from my house (and the weather was fab)! Unfortunately one of the microphones on the characters went kerplewey midway through the first act. Incidentally, the play was As You Like It. Kerplewey microphone belonged to Orlando ...so the whole play got confusing. I was lost anyway, but maybe it was just me. Don't think so though, 'cos we all left during intermission and went to my house and then on a night hike!
I heart me a good night hike and tonight did not dissapoint.
It was gorgeous and clear and temperate with a nearly full moon and a clear sky - just windy enough so the bugs didn't bite but warm enough to walk in shorts and a t-shirt. We went to the park and through the woods how I like to go, and then up into the Colgate Divinity School campus.
They have a hill there where you can see the tree line and the sky all wide and unfolding against the edges of the universe. I like to imagine contemplative monks or nuns taking in the night sky with wonder, just like I do.
It's the second time I've been to that spot this summer. The place always seems a little magic and a little lonely to me. It was lovely to see the view again. While my friends snuck off to find a divine corner to spoon in, I laid there and pet my dog and watched the sky, stark and clear and somehow both large and small and together and alone all at once. I imagined the unfolding of the universe and wondered what lies in store for me? Where are my feet are leading me these days? What will unfold?
I didn't arrive at any answers, but I could swear the lady in the moon winked at me.
Lyrics and music credit: Awesome Kelly
It makes me giggle.
Fancy Pants is, yet again, the subject of a song. Can anyone be blamed for the fact that her cuteness inspires music? I blame Pants. She *is* the cutiest, after all.
The sun is shining. I desire to walk in it; to open my gait and let myself relax into the swing of legs from hip. My back has been begging for walking. Sore and strained it yearns for it, and I must listen and answer.
This evening. This evening I shall take Fancy Pants.
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Later in the evening, the errant blogger returns!
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I met some friends tonight to watch Shakespeare in the park. It's free and they put it on walking distance from my house (and the weather was fab)! Unfortunately one of the microphones on the characters went kerplewey midway through the first act. Incidentally, the play was As You Like It. Kerplewey microphone belonged to Orlando ...so the whole play got confusing. I was lost anyway, but maybe it was just me. Don't think so though, 'cos we all left during intermission and went to my house and then on a night hike!
I heart me a good night hike and tonight did not dissapoint.
It was gorgeous and clear and temperate with a nearly full moon and a clear sky - just windy enough so the bugs didn't bite but warm enough to walk in shorts and a t-shirt. We went to the park and through the woods how I like to go, and then up into the Colgate Divinity School campus.
They have a hill there where you can see the tree line and the sky all wide and unfolding against the edges of the universe. I like to imagine contemplative monks or nuns taking in the night sky with wonder, just like I do.
It's the second time I've been to that spot this summer. The place always seems a little magic and a little lonely to me. It was lovely to see the view again. While my friends snuck off to find a divine corner to spoon in, I laid there and pet my dog and watched the sky, stark and clear and somehow both large and small and together and alone all at once. I imagined the unfolding of the universe and wondered what lies in store for me? Where are my feet are leading me these days? What will unfold?
I didn't arrive at any answers, but I could swear the lady in the moon winked at me.
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