Archive for the ‘personal’ Category
I thought I’d cheer myself up on a rainy day after a crappy week and try to find 5 high points this week. I thought it was going to be hard. It wasn’t.
1. Chocolate. In an Advent calendar. So many yummies!
2. Too many missed calls at dinner time, and finally connecting with a dear friend.
3. Watched Wreck-It Ralph. ALL the feels.
4. Got a fun package in the mail.
5. Got some fuzzy socks. Everything is better when the toes-ies are toasty.
I took this picture on my phone early in the morning. I’m not a fan of the grainy filter, but there you have it. It’s the two birds that captured my imagination, anyway. They made me laugh, like they were having a conversation.
It’s hard for me not to personify them and imagine lovers sharing a secret. Or two friends confiding in each other.
I thought about these birds long after I took the picture because I couldn’t get out of my mind how human they seemed to me. They’re out in the middle of this lake, standing on a broken tree branch or something, surrounded by water. They have only each other. I imagine how a moment of intimacy like this can transpire between two people who love each other.
I know; they’re only birds. And we’re only human.
It reminded me of the people in my life that I can turn to and whisper a secret, share a confidence, or ask for help.
“What good is confiding one’s pains, miseries and regrets to those to whom one cannot say at the end, ‘pray for me’?”
I’m in a listy mood.
- cozy sweaters
- loud music
- soft music
- fluffy clouds
- fluffy socks
- the smell of burning leaves in the fall
- wild surf
- piña coladas
- getting caught in the rain
- kitschy songs from the 70′s
I ran out of stuff. I never said I could count.
I bounce around here with silly pictures of giant bananas, reflections on fruit, adventures with wild chickens on the side of the road. You’d think I don’t want to be serious. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
We are living in perilous times. As in, this is the time in which we live, and it is perilous.
Pope Francis’ call for a day of prayer and fasting seems well-recieved. Let’s hope it’s more than an illusion, though I think it is indeed impactful. I’m hopeful that his personable style has drawn people to him in a manner that makes then receptive to his message — Christ’s message.
I’m out of my league here discussing politics and how this transcends politics…so I’ll point you to one (of so many) articles that can do this topic justice, because God knows, we need Peace, and it’s much more than not dropping bombs on a country.
Check out what Kathryn Lopez writes at Catholic Pulse, “Has Anyone Wept?”: Pope Francis and the Call for Peace.
Thirty-five years ago, on a Labor Day weekend not unlike this one, I met my husband.
He was a handsome young computer programming instructor at the community college,
and I was [gasp!] in high school.
We became good friends. And that friendship, over the years, blossomed into something else. The fall after I graduated from college we got married. In fact, our anniversary is in a few days — we tried to get married as close as we could to the date when we met. His idea. What a sentimental sweetie.
He still is.
No, not white Go-Go boots (I think I owned a pair when I was a kid. Really.). And not Nancy Sinatra.
Perhaps something like this:
Only, really, more like this:
It seems I’ve been dreaming about walking for about a week. Not hiking mountains with beautiful vistas. Not hiking through the woods hoping to find a cool spring. Nope.
I’ve been walking through streets and alleys in what appears to be a seaside town somewhere along the east coast, probably the northeast because it doesn’t look like anything I’ve experienced in Florida, Georgia, and the Carolinas. Now add the creep factor of cutting through people’s yards and picking up snippets of their daily lives (at least I’m walking through and not actively being a Peeping
When I was an undergrad majoring in psychology, I used to keep a dream journal. I don’t remember what any of this means. My guess is probably as good as yours.
Too bad I’m not getting the health benefits of all this walking, but I am waking up with a clear head. Go figure.