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some days I just want to blog. I just want to talk. I love the sound of my own voice. I dont' want to communicate, I just want to expunge things from inside me. I HAVE to write. And yet none of it is...there is no end. It is just a vent or a purge or a something.
sometimes those things show my vulnerable side. Definitely they show my humanity. And being human and all, I guess that is to be expected.
I have nothing to say, but this NEED to write is so strong.
I can string together words into poems. Maybe bad maybe good....they fulfill the need.
Josh broke his wrist. He's fine. A buckle fracture, so not an actual break, just a fracture, but a cast is on his left arm (short cast) nonetheless. A big badge of honour...and a nice way "in" socially at WH.
My life has changed dramatically in the last bit...schedule wise...dramatically? Not really....I'm just OVERLY dramatic.
Transitions are hard. Like labour transition. I float on the wave. I stay awake and present. I try not to get excited by what appears to be "THE END OF THE WORLD" Wow I am always amazed at how easily I jump to THAT conclusion.
I'm roasting a chicken. Rather, I roasted it. With potatoes. It is for a mama from MDC (my online and in real life mothering circle) all who are a part of it get a food train organised wehn they have a new baby. We've been able to provide food to new families for upwards of 2 weeks. That feels REALLY good to be a part of. No, I never got a food train myself, but I know how much others appreciate it. Now if the mama to whom this chicken is to go would ANSWER HER PHONE!!! I could get it to her and then back to my regularly scheduled life. You can't really leave a roasted chicken just sitting on someone's doorstep, eh? I'm not trying to kill her with food poisoning, afterall.
Soren and Zea LOVE "school" I LOVE windsor house and the feeling there this year is SO GOOD! It is like a part of home. I LOVE the community. I LOVE it. No, I don't fit EXACTLY, but I do like it. This is the place where I'm ok to look out a window instead of at a mirror. Being terribly narcissistic I find many other opportunities to look in the mirror. I don't know what that is, but the scenery through the window here (WH) is right up my alley. It just wasn't so at Beacon and I wish it was...or...I WISHED that it was. I miss many people from there, but on the whole, it wasn't the place for me. Maybe another time. I'm open to it. Mostly, I miss Peggy and today is "Peggy day" and we are grieving that, in a way. So we hope to figure out a way to include you in our lives SOON! what will it look like? what will work?
Blarg.
Blog?
sometimes those things show my vulnerable side. Definitely they show my humanity. And being human and all, I guess that is to be expected.
I have nothing to say, but this NEED to write is so strong.
I can string together words into poems. Maybe bad maybe good....they fulfill the need.
Josh broke his wrist. He's fine. A buckle fracture, so not an actual break, just a fracture, but a cast is on his left arm (short cast) nonetheless. A big badge of honour...and a nice way "in" socially at WH.
My life has changed dramatically in the last bit...schedule wise...dramatically? Not really....I'm just OVERLY dramatic.
Transitions are hard. Like labour transition. I float on the wave. I stay awake and present. I try not to get excited by what appears to be "THE END OF THE WORLD" Wow I am always amazed at how easily I jump to THAT conclusion.
I'm roasting a chicken. Rather, I roasted it. With potatoes. It is for a mama from MDC (my online and in real life mothering circle) all who are a part of it get a food train organised wehn they have a new baby. We've been able to provide food to new families for upwards of 2 weeks. That feels REALLY good to be a part of. No, I never got a food train myself, but I know how much others appreciate it. Now if the mama to whom this chicken is to go would ANSWER HER PHONE!!! I could get it to her and then back to my regularly scheduled life. You can't really leave a roasted chicken just sitting on someone's doorstep, eh? I'm not trying to kill her with food poisoning, afterall.
Soren and Zea LOVE "school" I LOVE windsor house and the feeling there this year is SO GOOD! It is like a part of home. I LOVE the community. I LOVE it. No, I don't fit EXACTLY, but I do like it. This is the place where I'm ok to look out a window instead of at a mirror. Being terribly narcissistic I find many other opportunities to look in the mirror. I don't know what that is, but the scenery through the window here (WH) is right up my alley. It just wasn't so at Beacon and I wish it was...or...I WISHED that it was. I miss many people from there, but on the whole, it wasn't the place for me. Maybe another time. I'm open to it. Mostly, I miss Peggy and today is "Peggy day" and we are grieving that, in a way. So we hope to figure out a way to include you in our lives SOON! what will it look like? what will work?
Blarg.
Blog?
