Deep Waters
Jul. 5th, 2010 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormI enjoy my life best when I feel it's a little out of my control, a little over my head, like I don't know what's going to jump out at me and like there's more happening than I can quite grasp or keep up with. It prevents me from seeking out more trouble to get into.
That's where I'm at right now. (Since my last trip to Iowa I have been in love with that turn of phrase- not 'that's where I am' but 'that's where I'm at.' Every single time I use it it makes me happy)
So, I have a lot going on. There are friends rushing into my life, most of whom I don't have time for because work is also rushing into my life, as is Angus and the Writer. Most days I beeline straight to my garden after work and after fifteen minutes there the world is singing.
Finally we have a day of sun-- they say it should be a week at least, which will double the number of sunny days we've had --and I think I might make it through this year despite the lack of sleep and free time. I am in some ways appalled at how much my mood is controlled by the weather -- where is room for my personality in that?-- but this is nothing you haven't heard before and so I've no need to go on at great length about it again.
My paper journalling is going marvellously well. I have written one pen dry and am working on the next. It feels good to be writing, and when I sit down here the words come out fluidly and easily. The reason I don't write everything here? Half privacy-- that's the lesser half, and I'd ignore it, but the greater half is some bastard hybrid of not wanting to spam everyone who reads this off the planet (we are talking several pages a day here) and not having a keyboard for my phone yet. I've been writing on paper, with a pen, and it brings back memories.
My garden is also gorgeous, though sadly behind-- it's been so cold, and it still is. If the sun doesn't pick up there will be no flowers.
I've been remembering to cook-- that's good. And I've been kissing rat bellies.
I've forgotten how to end an entry, because I haven't been ending them lately, merely blending one into the next. So, be well.
That's where I'm at right now. (Since my last trip to Iowa I have been in love with that turn of phrase- not 'that's where I am' but 'that's where I'm at.' Every single time I use it it makes me happy)
So, I have a lot going on. There are friends rushing into my life, most of whom I don't have time for because work is also rushing into my life, as is Angus and the Writer. Most days I beeline straight to my garden after work and after fifteen minutes there the world is singing.
Finally we have a day of sun-- they say it should be a week at least, which will double the number of sunny days we've had --and I think I might make it through this year despite the lack of sleep and free time. I am in some ways appalled at how much my mood is controlled by the weather -- where is room for my personality in that?-- but this is nothing you haven't heard before and so I've no need to go on at great length about it again.
My paper journalling is going marvellously well. I have written one pen dry and am working on the next. It feels good to be writing, and when I sit down here the words come out fluidly and easily. The reason I don't write everything here? Half privacy-- that's the lesser half, and I'd ignore it, but the greater half is some bastard hybrid of not wanting to spam everyone who reads this off the planet (we are talking several pages a day here) and not having a keyboard for my phone yet. I've been writing on paper, with a pen, and it brings back memories.
My garden is also gorgeous, though sadly behind-- it's been so cold, and it still is. If the sun doesn't pick up there will be no flowers.
I've been remembering to cook-- that's good. And I've been kissing rat bellies.
I've forgotten how to end an entry, because I haven't been ending them lately, merely blending one into the next. So, be well.
