taking pictures. Somehow, it isn't at all rewarding anymore. I never seem to get a really good one even though I have a decent camera and that camera is too big to have in my pocket and catch things when they happen.
Because of this I haven't been writing, because I always feel like a picture makes the blog. Otherwise you are just listening to my random drivel... ;) But, I still have that drivel running about it my head and most of it is just for me anyway, so I'll write.
I'm all wrapped up in Mary Stewart's classic Merlin and Arthur books. That has horrific cover drawings- don't judge. It is really good reading. I even have John on them now. I've read them all about a dozen times since I was in high school. I think it is because of them that I write the way I do at all. I just realized this when I tried to explain to John why he should read them. It is simplistic to say, "because I read these, I am how I am." Especially since it isn't anything you could take directly- not like a how to or self help kind of book. It is historical fantasy, and on some very famous and redone and redone again territory. But the Merlin she writes of is just a man, mostly, who has implicit faith in his god and inner guidance and so lives in a freedom I always admired. Taking each thing as it comes, never fearful, always sure of himself. Or if not of himself, of his god.
This is the way I feel and think when I am the best of myself. Listening to the voice inside and sailing down the river without over thinking- just doing and being as much as possible. It is a wonderful and powerful feeling. No fear of tomorrow or yesterday.
Funny enough, I didn't even have a tag in my list for books. Which is weirder than weird if you know me at all. I usually have a stack of things piled by the bed. When John and I first moved in together he spent a lot of time scooting the books out of my bed to make room for himself. :)
Monday, June 25, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Weeks ago we took the Bug on his first camping excursion. At least, the first he would remember. We went for one night his first summer. It was an awesome party for Memorial Day party with perfect weather and so many fun things to do there was never even the slightest chance for fussiness. (from anyone- myself included ;)
We set up the tent early and were ready to go in just as the perfect, warm day turned into a stormy evening. You must imagine how exciting it is for a little boy obsessed with storms to sleep outside in a tent while the wind blows strong and the rain pours down. I thought it was delightful, too.
Everyone else at the party gathered in the house, but I was to happy just to sit in the tent with him and "ride out the storm." Once we settled in, the boys slept pretty well. In the morning it was so sad to break down the tent and head back to the city.
Perhaps one day we will live in a place where we can do this more. Until then, we'll have to practice at friends houses.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
And sewing! But failures mostly, and gifts which I am going to wait to give to show. But I haven't fallen off the planet.
We followed the monks around town the other day and I loved watching them with the Bug. Such love and kindness beaming out at him. Such a good reminder of how it should look when I play with him too. I'm trying to leave my scowl in the closet. :)
In the mean time we are enjoying the cooler weather and company. Until soon.
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