Wishing for rain...it's something I have been doing a lot lately. It could be because I love the rain, and it could also be because it has felt really muggy lately, or maybe just a good combination of the two.
The blueberries, well I just love blueberries. Who doesn't?
And the two together, well, they are both wonderful, but together they're amazing.
It helps me think. There's so much to think about these days. So I find myself eating blueberries and wishing for rain.
I've been thinking about life. What life should be, what it is, what I hope it would be.
...there's so much to think about...
so much.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Picture perfect
Relationships look prettier from the outside...
I heard this the other day.
Do you think it's true?
I heard this the other day.
Do you think it's true?
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Pity
Pity is one of the worst feeling someone can feel for another human being.
It's as if they stand on the clouds, in their perfect world, hovering above...and looking down on the poor creatures below.
I hate feeling pitied. I have more pitied in the last year than in my entire life.
I'm the divorced girl, with three kids...yadda, yadda, yadda...all alone.
But do you know what I think, when I feel someone dumping their pity glare on me?
I pity them.
I pity them for not stopping and taking the chance to know me, my situation, my story, my adorable girls.
And in the end, they are the ones who lose out. And though my life doesn't take place in the clouds, it's still a pretty great life. And from my perch, I can look out, and see the good, the real, the stories of others.
And how can you pity that?
It's as if they stand on the clouds, in their perfect world, hovering above...and looking down on the poor creatures below.
I hate feeling pitied. I have more pitied in the last year than in my entire life.
I'm the divorced girl, with three kids...yadda, yadda, yadda...all alone.
But do you know what I think, when I feel someone dumping their pity glare on me?
I pity them.
I pity them for not stopping and taking the chance to know me, my situation, my story, my adorable girls.
And in the end, they are the ones who lose out. And though my life doesn't take place in the clouds, it's still a pretty great life. And from my perch, I can look out, and see the good, the real, the stories of others.
And how can you pity that?
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Under pressure
"...pressure, pressing down on me..."
I think a lot of us can relate to Queen's famous song, whether it's our job, school, family, friends or even a lover...there's always pressure.
Say this, do that, look this way, wear those clothes, think these thoughts...
It can all become overwhelming. Especially in a valley or culture that thrives on perfection.
But the problem is, who says they are the authority on perfection, on "all the right things"?
So, for me personally, I'm shedding the pressure. I'm going to do decide what's best for me say, do, look like, think...
I'll choose to be my own version of perfection.
I think a lot of us can relate to Queen's famous song, whether it's our job, school, family, friends or even a lover...there's always pressure.
Say this, do that, look this way, wear those clothes, think these thoughts...
It can all become overwhelming. Especially in a valley or culture that thrives on perfection.
But the problem is, who says they are the authority on perfection, on "all the right things"?
So, for me personally, I'm shedding the pressure. I'm going to do decide what's best for me say, do, look like, think...
I'll choose to be my own version of perfection.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Driving in the rain
Sometimes you need to take a drive in the rain.
If only it would rain.
I feel like driving in the rain today.
It helps me think.
Yes, I would think about you while driving in the rain. But wouldn't I think about you while driving without the rain?
Yes.
But at least if it were raining, I would feel like I could think more clearly.
You make my brain cloudy,
...but where's the rain?
If only it would rain.
I feel like driving in the rain today.
It helps me think.
Yes, I would think about you while driving in the rain. But wouldn't I think about you while driving without the rain?
Yes.
But at least if it were raining, I would feel like I could think more clearly.
You make my brain cloudy,
...but where's the rain?
Over it
I love it when you hit that point...
...the point you can think about that one person, and not have your insides rip out.
It's always a great feeling.
...the point you can think about that one person, and not have your insides rip out.
It's always a great feeling.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
The marrying kind (part 2)
I had a thought tonight...
I think men are attracted to "wild" women, but marry plain ones.
First, before you start throwing tomatoes...let me explain what I mean by wild.
All I really mean is untamed, imagine a wild horse, running free across the plains. No saddle, no bridle, free spirited, not tied down.
A man sees that, and they come a runnin'! Who doesn't love a flowy mane floating on the breeze?
The freedom of these creatures draws the menfolk in, with as much intoxicating mystery as a siren would allure an unsuspecting sailor.
But once they're there, once they began to share a life with their wild horse, they soon find they can't keep pace, and they can't hold her down.
So they walk...to greener pastures, if you will.
And they settle on the simple mare. The one with a bit in her mouth, the one that can be led with a simple tug on the reigns.
Granted, not every man is this way, but I'm willing to bet that most are. (sorry fellas, it's just what I think)
What a wild girl needs, is someone who will ride across the open plains with her, beside her, a free stallion, wild and untamed as her.
I think men are attracted to "wild" women, but marry plain ones.
First, before you start throwing tomatoes...let me explain what I mean by wild.
All I really mean is untamed, imagine a wild horse, running free across the plains. No saddle, no bridle, free spirited, not tied down.
A man sees that, and they come a runnin'! Who doesn't love a flowy mane floating on the breeze?
The freedom of these creatures draws the menfolk in, with as much intoxicating mystery as a siren would allure an unsuspecting sailor.
But once they're there, once they began to share a life with their wild horse, they soon find they can't keep pace, and they can't hold her down.
So they walk...to greener pastures, if you will.
And they settle on the simple mare. The one with a bit in her mouth, the one that can be led with a simple tug on the reigns.
Granted, not every man is this way, but I'm willing to bet that most are. (sorry fellas, it's just what I think)
What a wild girl needs, is someone who will ride across the open plains with her, beside her, a free stallion, wild and untamed as her.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Fairytales
I don't know why, but the words to a famous Cher song are running through my head..."do you believe in life after love?"
Well, what I really want to ask is, "do you believe in a life with love?"
We see it all the time in the movies, the couple that against all odds, comes together in the end, and lives happily ever after.
But do you believe that really happens, in real life?
I know some couples who I think are really in love, like really. But I also don't necessarily believe their lives are these magical whirlwind of events, moments, etc.
What makes a fairytale a reality?
And can the average person make their reality have a fairytale ending?
I hope so.
As crazy as it might be, I hope so.
Well, what I really want to ask is, "do you believe in a life with love?"
We see it all the time in the movies, the couple that against all odds, comes together in the end, and lives happily ever after.
But do you believe that really happens, in real life?
I know some couples who I think are really in love, like really. But I also don't necessarily believe their lives are these magical whirlwind of events, moments, etc.
What makes a fairytale a reality?
And can the average person make their reality have a fairytale ending?
I hope so.
As crazy as it might be, I hope so.
The marrying kind
What do you think the "marrying kind" is?
What are the qualities of this kind?
And what separates them from the eternally single types?
I'm just curious...what are your thoughts?
What are the qualities of this kind?
And what separates them from the eternally single types?
I'm just curious...what are your thoughts?
Sunday, July 17, 2011
First dates
First dates are like getting dental work done....
The end goal is well taken care of, beautiful teeth. But the road to that goal...ugh, it's excruciating!
Some visits to the dentist office aren't so bad, I sometimes leave with a prize.
Other stops, well, sometimes they don't even numb me before performing a root canal.
Each time I sit in the chair, I think, "this has got to be the last time, right? I've got be close to being done with this."
And then I find myself setting up another appointment for next week.
Maybe I just like the dentist...maybe I should just go out with him.
The end goal is well taken care of, beautiful teeth. But the road to that goal...ugh, it's excruciating!
Some visits to the dentist office aren't so bad, I sometimes leave with a prize.
Other stops, well, sometimes they don't even numb me before performing a root canal.
Each time I sit in the chair, I think, "this has got to be the last time, right? I've got be close to being done with this."
And then I find myself setting up another appointment for next week.
Maybe I just like the dentist...maybe I should just go out with him.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Disconnected
...sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service...
This is how I feel somedays.
I can't really call out.
And no one can call in.
It's not for the lack of trying, it's just that the service has been temporarily shut off.
Maybe it's due to lack of payment.
What's the cost of reconnection?
Sometimes it's as little as finishing a project. Other times it's as extensive as talking it through, almost to exhaustion. Today, I think it's going to cost a hike, seeing nature, finding wonderment in it's raw beauty. And dropping by a flea market, handling old objects, with rich stories to tell. And also, enjoying the company of a good friend.
I hate feeling disconnected from my life, from myself.
It looks like I need to be better at making timely payments.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
I need a wife
My life is crazy.
I want a wife.
Someone to clean my house to perfection.
Someone to take care of and love my kids while I'm at work.
Someone to pay my bills and organize my schedule for me.
Someone to wash my clothes.
And someone to pull my shoes off and rub my aching feet at the end of the end of a long day.
Ahhh... Yes, I need a wife.
I want a wife.
Someone to clean my house to perfection.
Someone to take care of and love my kids while I'm at work.
Someone to pay my bills and organize my schedule for me.
Someone to wash my clothes.
And someone to pull my shoes off and rub my aching feet at the end of the end of a long day.
Ahhh... Yes, I need a wife.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Let's talk about the weather
It's funny how different things can shift our moods. One particular force for me, the weather.
When it too hot, the grouch will often creep out.
When it's too cold, my out going self pops up.
When the sun is shining, I'm happy.
When it's rainy my mood is somber, nostalgic. I get thoughtful.
It's not raining right now, but I can tell it's brewing.
When a storm is brewing, I feel settled, calm.
There's a certain peaceful feeling about watching the weather build, and in a grand show of lightning, thunder and torrential rain, all the force slowly dissipates.
It reminds me that even a giant force like the weather changes its mood. It's furry builds, and always relents.
When it too hot, the grouch will often creep out.
When it's too cold, my out going self pops up.
When the sun is shining, I'm happy.
When it's rainy my mood is somber, nostalgic. I get thoughtful.
It's not raining right now, but I can tell it's brewing.
When a storm is brewing, I feel settled, calm.
There's a certain peaceful feeling about watching the weather build, and in a grand show of lightning, thunder and torrential rain, all the force slowly dissipates.
It reminds me that even a giant force like the weather changes its mood. It's furry builds, and always relents.
Overly guided
"But this is what you felt, and this is what you thought too? Right? Right? I thought so."
People, even young people should be to think for themselves. I just think that.
Yes, children and adolescence need guidance, but rather than telling them what they think, they should be teaching them how to think...for themselves.
And if someone thinks differently, it should be celebrated, not condemned.
But that's just me, thinking for myself.
People, even young people should be to think for themselves. I just think that.
Yes, children and adolescence need guidance, but rather than telling them what they think, they should be teaching them how to think...for themselves.
And if someone thinks differently, it should be celebrated, not condemned.
But that's just me, thinking for myself.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
The bubble
Every community has its little bubble, where many within the community choose to stay and live out their lives.
That's great. I guess.
I tend to find myself outside of the bubble.
There was a time, years ago, when I tried to cross the threshold of "the bubble," but like water and oil, it didn't mesh well.
So I exited the bubble.
And I like sitting outside the bubble. I like the space that comes with not being locked into a small, conformed world.
And the other thing is, I'm too curious to be confined to a bubble, I want to explore. Maybe visit other bubbles, but really to just see the world and the people living outside the bubbles.
I always just think how refreshing it would be, if someone went around and popped all the bubbles.
That way we could all share our lives, experiences and wisdom, without worrying about conforming to our particular bubble.
Sadly, I think too many can't live outside their bubble. They miss so much. And standing in their bubble looking on the outsiders, gives them a warped view, and they allow their fears to take over.
But if the barrier of the bubbles were broken, everyone could be seen in the same light. No distortion. No fear.
And I like that idea.
That's great. I guess.
I tend to find myself outside of the bubble.
There was a time, years ago, when I tried to cross the threshold of "the bubble," but like water and oil, it didn't mesh well.
So I exited the bubble.
And I like sitting outside the bubble. I like the space that comes with not being locked into a small, conformed world.
And the other thing is, I'm too curious to be confined to a bubble, I want to explore. Maybe visit other bubbles, but really to just see the world and the people living outside the bubbles.
I always just think how refreshing it would be, if someone went around and popped all the bubbles.
That way we could all share our lives, experiences and wisdom, without worrying about conforming to our particular bubble.
Sadly, I think too many can't live outside their bubble. They miss so much. And standing in their bubble looking on the outsiders, gives them a warped view, and they allow their fears to take over.
But if the barrier of the bubbles were broken, everyone could be seen in the same light. No distortion. No fear.
And I like that idea.
Notes
I like to leave notes for myself, so I can remember things that are important, or so I can remember to do certain things.
On my phone I have a little notepad where I leave such notes. And from time to time I go through them, to see if I have forgotten anything.
And I often get a good laugh, or at least a chuckle from the notes I leave.
For example:
Most are just lists, or thoughts. Most are random, some I don't even know why I left them.
And maybe it's silly of me for getting a kick out reading them....but I do.
On my phone I have a little notepad where I leave such notes. And from time to time I go through them, to see if I have forgotten anything.
And I often get a good laugh, or at least a chuckle from the notes I leave.
For example:
Most are just lists, or thoughts. Most are random, some I don't even know why I left them.
And maybe it's silly of me for getting a kick out reading them....but I do.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Passion
Drive.
Life force.
Energy.
Passion keeps us alive. Keeps our minds breathing.
Our bodies may be carrying out the act of inhaling, exhaling, in, out, day, after day, after day.
But without passion, we are dead.
Lumps of lifeless nothings.
And the point of living, is living, isn't it?
Life force.
Energy.
Passion keeps us alive. Keeps our minds breathing.
Our bodies may be carrying out the act of inhaling, exhaling, in, out, day, after day, after day.
But without passion, we are dead.
Lumps of lifeless nothings.
And the point of living, is living, isn't it?
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Magic
I talk about magic a lot, I think. I guess it's just one of those things for me.
I love finding magic in every day life, objects moments and people. Because I truly believe it's there. Everywhere.
And even with it being so prevalent in my life I don't feel like it loses meaning, I think it magnifies it.
I love the way time seems to stop when I can watch a bird swoop down from the sky, land in a puddle and splash its wings in the murky water.
When I when was hiking up to see Delicate Arch this past weekend, I loved watching the way the tree shadows danced across the rock faces, or the way a rainbow spread across the sky above the Arch.
But one magical moment on the trail that really touched me was as I neared the top. I was hiking by a group of Asians most of the trail. They would stop and take a few photos, and I would pass them, then I would stop to snap some shots and they would pass. We went back and forth most of the hike. Towards the top, the trail rounded the side of the mountain and the trail was a little precarious. One guy out of the group, who seemed to be in his early 20's, took the hand of a little girl, maybe around 11 and said "I'll take care of you Sara."
My heart melted.
And he did take great care of Sara.
That was magic.
And it's e everywhere, those moments that make us pause. The moments, people, sites that steal our breath.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Words
Meaning. Feeling. Emotion. Weight.
Words carry each.
With words a person can carefully and stealthily tear a person to shreds. Or paint a picture of what sits in their heart.
Words can condemn. But words can also inspire.
I love words. I love their power.
I have a special connection with some words, over others.
Some of my favorites...
Magic.
Breath.
Strength.
Heart.
Written.
Rise.
Fly.
Some that puzzle me...
Languish.
Regret.
Loath.
Sacrifice.
Love.
Some I hate...
Hate.
Quit.
Bored.
Lost.
Impossible.
I associate each word with a particular meaning, feeling or emotion. And the weight of each word will either build a bond between the word and I, or making us the most bitter enemies.
Though, I prefer to be friends.
Words carry each.
With words a person can carefully and stealthily tear a person to shreds. Or paint a picture of what sits in their heart.
Words can condemn. But words can also inspire.
I love words. I love their power.
I have a special connection with some words, over others.
Some of my favorites...
Magic.
Breath.
Strength.
Heart.
Written.
Rise.
Fly.
Some that puzzle me...
Languish.
Regret.
Loath.
Sacrifice.
Love.
Some I hate...
Hate.
Quit.
Bored.
Lost.
Impossible.
I associate each word with a particular meaning, feeling or emotion. And the weight of each word will either build a bond between the word and I, or making us the most bitter enemies.
Though, I prefer to be friends.
Monday, July 4, 2011
4th of July
Boom! Boom! Boom!
My heart jumped each time a firework shot in the air.
The glittering lights left me mesmerized.
The cool breeze and scattered rain drops, refreshing.
Magic.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Flirting 2.0
In my previous post I mentioned flirting, which of course got me thinking even more about it.
Now I mentioned my book was pretty old, and even if it were only 10 years old, I would think it would be quickly outdated when it comes to technology and flirting.
So let me ask this...what are the rules of flirting/dating when it comes to technology? Texting, tweeting and facebooking seem to make the lines all fuzzy.
Tell me what you think...
What are the rules of flirting with technology?
Now I mentioned my book was pretty old, and even if it were only 10 years old, I would think it would be quickly outdated when it comes to technology and flirting.
So let me ask this...what are the rules of flirting/dating when it comes to technology? Texting, tweeting and facebooking seem to make the lines all fuzzy.
Tell me what you think...
What are the rules of flirting with technology?
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