Come on, people . . . are you kidding me???
Friday, February 13, 2009
I was in the store this morning, and waited on a student who wanted to ship a Valentines gift to his girlfriend in St. Maarten. While I was clicking things to get started, he was calling her to get her address. (Yes, really.) He wrote it down. I got to the part where I had to fill in her name, and he said "Anna." "Last name?" "I don't know how to spell it. It begins with an L. It's Russian." "Is she a new girlfriend?" "No, we've been together for three years and I gave her a promise ring." Without taking a moment to do an inner evaluation of what I was thinking, I said "If you love her you should know how to spell her last name!"
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tonight it is veeerrryyyy windy and 43 degrees. It feels like spring is starting to rumble. Thank you for that . . . I have been over my head in snow for the last few months and ready for warmth. All kinds of warmth, if you know what I mean. I've had a cold for several days and it is almost gone. I just stood outside on the deck to ingest the beautiful wind and let it carry the germs away. Yoga to open things up.
I love being outside at night. The stars, the wind, the sounds, the smells. At 3am it is most remarkable. I can feel the sun starting to rise and the morning beginning. Just standing out there and being a speck in the masterful universe gives me this crazy and amazing feeling of a connection to life that is way bigger than I am - but it is a safe connection. That feeling has kept me alive for the past 2 years. I know that I have a bizarre artist perspective on things, and I've been told I see and understand things that other people don't because of my artistic "vision." Maybe so - but I love standing in the wind looking at the stars. It gifts me with inspiration for paintings.
Bottom line: In this next chapter of my life I will be embracing my "vision" and my "passion."
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Finally told my sister I was moving out. She cried, I cried. We talked about what I needed to do and I talked about what I was going to miss. We agree to have sister get away weekends a few times a year, and hope that our other sister will come too. Life is changing for everyone. My hope is rising again and this time I'm putting up a firewall. . .