Thursday, September 29, 2011

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Uhm.... What??

I was just out running an errand and I saw a business man. Quite a proper one: dark suit, red power tie, nice shoes, even a real briefcase. Wearing... a bonnet. As if he had just lost a bet with Laura Ingalls.

How can anyone ever be bored, when things like this happen in the world?

Monday, September 12, 2011

Great Things

Unlimited Possibilities

Being open to other ways of living


Fresh breezes


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Me, I'm A Part of Your Circle of Friends

Anyone remember that song? In case anyone else is now having a burst of nostalgia, here ya go. Good ol' Edie.

Really, that's not the point of this post though. The point is this:

I have a small circle of friends. I like it that way. I'm interested in deep relationships, of the sort which are difficult (for me, anyway) to maintain lots of. I consider those deep relationships, my friends. I do have some ... I guess shallow is the opposite of deep, but it doesn't mean I don't value those relationships. Just, I don't consider them my circle of friends, I guess.

The danger of this, I have discovered and re-discovered, is forgetting that not everyone in my circle also has a small circle. In fact, some of them have huge circles. Sometimes it's too easy for me to feel hurt by what feel like slights or omissions in communication and sharing, because I forget (and really can't very easily conceive of what it's really like) that some people have what seems like vast numbers of social contacts.

I'm not entirely sure what the solution is... maybe just as simple as remembering that my experience is in no way any one else's experience.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Acquainted With the Night

Acquainted With the Night
by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Three Words

A while ago I made this collage, that kind of describes who I would like to be.

Today I got an assignment from one of my counselors to choose three words from the collage to concentrate on for the week. I am supposed to do everything within the context of the three words. So if I make a meal, I concentrate on the passion, sacredness, and naturalness of the food, what I'm doing, why I'm doing it, how I'm doing it, et cetera. It should be an interesting week!

I've chosen passion, natural, and sacred.