November 20th, 2016 · 3 Comments · Daily
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November 19th, 2016 · 4 Comments · Daily
My friend Sarah and I attended a Tibetan Singing Bowl Meditation Session this afternoon and I don’t feel like I can give you a thorough assessment of it because I zonked out. I will say this: The breath work was amazing. The chanting? Weird for me, but it felt nice to concentrate on removing external obstacles and inner struggles. When the leader asked us to lie down after the chanting and to set an intention to stay awake during the guided meditation and singing bowls, I knew I was in trouble. I fell asleep thinking of Amélie, because I’m pretty sure we were asked to consider the person we would like to become.
(I know I’ve shared that scene before. I love it so much.)
Less than an hour later, I was at the grocery store buying spinach, blackberries, and beer—because that’s how you top off a singing bowl meditation session.
Less than an hour later, I was drinking a beer float and helping a friend make a shirt for her son’s birthday. (If you’re curious: Pumpkin beer with salted caramel ice cream. Dreamy.)
I had an enlightening day yesterday and now I’m all high on peace, compassion, social justice, and respect. Coincidentally, these are the core values of Islam, and the only reason I know that is because I’m trying to educate myself. I’ve heard so many lazy people regurgitating hate toward the Muslim community. When asked to defend their views, they can’t. They simply repeat what they’ve heard from their neighbors or their parents or their friends or Donald Trump.
Peace, compassion, social justice, and respect.
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November 18th, 2016 · 3 Comments · Daily
Busy non-stop day and all good things and I’m leaving right now for something else that will also be very good.
Fifteen minutes of my day was spent with this guy:
Enjoy your evening.
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November 17th, 2016 · 7 Comments · Daily
This morning I went here:
Where I picked up some of this:
I then popped over here:
And nabbed one of these:
Next up? Haircut. The current strategy is to spend some time here:
With the goal of eventually landing here:
Finally, I have the starting point for a tattoo that will forever provide the mountains:
It will be tiny. It will be on my right wrist. It will be my third (and most likely final) tattoo. (I know it needs work.)
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November 16th, 2016 · 4 Comments · Daily
- Baby monkey wearing a diaper and holding a tiny ear of corn.
- Door-to-door henna artist who wanted to trade designs for roasted butternut squash and some words of encouragement.
- Pecan pie (fully intact and warm and wrapped and not poisonous) on the hood of my car. I felt like I needed to add the “fully intact and warm and wrapped and not poisonous” since we were gifted a pecan pie against our garage back in 2009 and it looked exactly like this:
- Light snow falling and sticking to my eyelashes as I stroll across a parking lot wearing clogs and handknit socks (and pants and a shirt, obviously. I’m not a gymnosophist!) before entering a restaurant where the only thing on the menu is an assortment of fruit and warm caramel for dipping. (I learned the word gymnosophist last week and have been waiting for a moment like this.)
- Baby moose hanging out with its mother on the side of a mountain and Hey! Is that a waffle bar less than 100 feet away? Why, it is!
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November 14th, 2016 · 5 Comments · Daily
Meredith and her friends jumped into the game and did a mannequin challenge over the weekend.
I love it so much. (Meredith is behind the camera.)
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November 13th, 2016 · 3 Comments · Daily
I came over here this evening with absolutely nothing to say, and then I opened some messages and found an invitation from a friend to join her at a Tibetan Singing Bowl Meditation session next weekend. We both admitted that this sort of thing is totally out of our comfort zones, which means I’m doing exactly what I need to be doing. I just wadded up my security blanket (it’s yellow with cross-stitched flowers) and threw it into the street. (Figuratively. The blanket is an important part of my hygge. (Come on over. We’ll hygge the hell out of November and beyond.))
I left the house by myself to go to church this morning. While drinking coffee after the service, I unknowingly dropped my knife onto the floor and one of my favorite church members bent over, picked it up, and presented it to me. SO, now I’m the lady who carries a knife to church. (It’s a tiny pocket knife that has been attached to my keys for years, and I really have no idea how it fell off. Really. I really have no idea.) ((I carry it because of the tiny scissors! They come in handy if I put my phone down long enough to knit while I’m driving.))
NOTICE: If you see me at church, don’t screw with me. I’m carrying.
Every blog entry should contain a photo, so here I am posing for Robert Frost.
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November 12th, 2016 · Comments Off on Time’s best friend is fear. · Daily
Two of the local radio stations started playing Christmas songs yesterday afternoon. Normally, this would put a big goofy grin on my face, but not this year.
Warning: God, man. You really might not want to read the rest of this because it’s full of yammers and whimpers. Normally I don’t say this stuff out loud to you, but it’s all I can think of today, and because it’s NaBloPoMo I need to put something out there, and maybe all you really need is a video of the song that has been in my head for the past week. How about this: I’ll stick that video down below and you can feel free to skip my words and go straight to the music. No harm done. I can’t see you. (I can see some of you.) ((No I can’t.))
Every time we hit the end of a year, I look to the new year with a bit of hesitation because I’ve been riding easy for so long. Because I am who I am, I tend to find myself in the shower on January 1st thinking, “Well, this is probably the year that something terrible happens.” (I know that’s ridiculous. I KNOW.)
2016 was a goat rodeo for so many people in my life. Lots of deaths. A few divorces. One friend’s house burned to the ground. Jeff’s position was eliminated.
More on the Jeff’s Job thing: Instead of crying on the couch and eating like a jerk (which is what I would have done in his situation and is actually what I HAVE been doing (more crap eating than crying, really) and that’s a topic for a different day), Jeff has put in at least eight hours each day (for the past four months) networking and diligently searching out new employment opportunities. Not much is available for people at his level, and not many companies are eager to hire at the end of the year.
We will be fine. We will be FINE. BUT, this experience has opened my eyes to all of the people out there who wouldn’t be fine. Who won’t be fine. Who aren’t fine.
A lot of things are tugging at my heart as we greet the end of the year. I’m already a little uneasy about 2017—not because I’m afraid something terrible will happen, but because so many terrible things are CURRENTLY happening to people I know, and so many potentially big things are on the horizon for our family. Meredith will start high school toward the end of 2017. Jeff will find a job and although we’re hoping whatever it is allows us to stay right where we are, we can’t rule anything out. (Let’s not talk about the presidential inauguration right now. Or maybe ever.)
Our family volunteers at a food pantry on the final Thursday of every month, and we come face to face with people who are not fine. People who don’t make eye contact as they thank us for filling their cars with bags of food. People who almost sound apologetic as they tell us WHY they need food this month. People who shake our hands and say “God bless you.” with tears in their eyes. I always dread going to the food pantry, but once I’m there I’m so GLAD that I’m there because it puts my ridiculous complaints into perspective.
(My tea maker broke earlier this week, leaving me without access to hot tea for nearly three days. I was a big whiny baby until Amazon shipped a new one to me. I’m an asshole.)
534 words have passed, and I’m really not making the world a better place with my sniffles, so I’ll leave you with a song. It’s lovely and it won’t bounce out of my brainpan, which is such a good thing. (Another good thing: This morning Tempe suggested that I pour a tiny bit of pomegranate balsamic vinegar into a cup with a tiny bit of blood orange olive oil and then swish it around in my oral opening for a few seconds before swallowing. Dear God, life is short. It was so amazing.) ((I’m not a fan of the word Mouth.))
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November 11th, 2016 · 3 Comments · Daily
I’ve reached the point where I no longer have any plans for my hair. All I know is that it’s looking very Mom-like, and I suppose that’s fine because I identify as a mom.
My shoes are about 75% of the way broken in. I have no complaints. The anguish makes me hard-nosed.
My wooden Mala bracelet reminds me to release what doesn’t serve me.
I was asleep less than two minutes after taking this photo. Something about the warm sun on my face and the warm dog by my side.
Lunch? Salad with a friend! Chick peas and green peppers and cloves of garlic and a tiny bit of feta and pineapple and tomatoes and mushrooms and balsamic dressing.
Scout got a haircut and provided the perfect headrest while I watched Brooke Baldwin on CNN.
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