I'm so tired right now, but my mind is racing a mile a minute which means I'm wasting time on the computer. (Side note, whenever I spend too much time staring at my screen, I hear Greg Kinnear's voice from "You've Got Mail" saying, "You think this machine is your friend but it's not!" and I become weary and ready to curl up with an honest-to-God, made-of-paper book.)

But before I do, tonight I stumbled across some old photos taken with the phone I had during college, and there are some surprisingly decent (or at least nostalgic) shots. Trip down memory lane, anyone?

Tuesday night = Not as productive as I planned, but at least I remembered to breathe.

Perhaps I'm still running on leftover zen from my New England weekend. Lovely leaves tend to have a lasting effect on me.

Figures.

It figures that the one day I actually feel like going for a run is the same day we have torrential rain and a tornado warning.

I guess that's the universe's way of telling me to finally make those phone calls to faraway friends, light a candle and doze off with book in hand.

Or maybe I'll sit on my dark porch, catching glimpses of my still unfamiliar street as the lightning crackles from above.

I think this qualifies as a win-win situation.

Columbia Haiku

The last steps to home:
A new place to rest my head
And old, true, close friends.




The everyday-ness of love in my life right now is a bit overwhelming, and definitely not something I've experienced in this capital city before. But as I prepare for a bit of reading this Tuesday night, I feel full. For the first time in a long time.

ps- I thought of writing an ode. But odes are lonnnng. Haikus are much better for my about-to-go-to-sleep, writing-on-a-whim style. 5-7-5 and done. Woot.

Summer Storms. mmmmmm.

There is the most magnificent thunderstorm happening outside right now. I LOVE thunderstorms. Nothing can really live up to a good storm in the mountains, but this one right now in the middle of this city comes pretty close.

I was supposed to work an outside event tonight, which ended up being canceled, but it gave me the opportunity to witness the energy of the storm gather, to smell the first cool drops hit the dark pavement. I've been frustrated lately with my current music selection, and it seems God responded with heart-shaking thunder and startling cracking lightening. The rain is coming down in sheets and my porch door is open and I can feel the dampness seeping into my bones and it feels right.

What to do with my unexpected two hours off of work?
Blog?...check.
Laundry?....maybe.
Cloud gazing and curling up early with three good books?...definitely.

Remember, God, that we are the plants in your fields
so connected to the
earth

that you know what would happen
if you did not rain
upon us.

St. Teresa of Avila
(who, fyi, was a badass. obviously.)

Back to writing.

I'm uncomfortable and excited.
I am writing again.

There's no way that isn't awkward to begin a new blog. Even that sentence was awkward. So I'm diving in. Again.