Monday, September 28, 2009

Countdown to Colorado

In less than one week I am heading to Colorado! How cool is that? Ok, so those of you who will not be going are sitting there rolling your eyes and thinking "Colorado is so dumb. Nobody likes Colorado. I don't want to go to Colorado." Well, I'm sorry folks. But you will have your chance another time! :-) This whole thing was sort of short-notice. I guess about a month or so ago my friend Mary and I started cooking up the plans and decided to run with it. Between plane ticket, rental car, and all the little fuzzy details in between there is a whole lot to keep track of, but if I get stressed about the planning all I have to do is go to and look at the pictures. Man, what a great vacation this will be!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

I run

Body drained, spirit strained / The needed regulation found / In footfalls on the ground

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Facebook and a whole lot of mind stuff

My apologies. Facebook happened - isn't that enough of an explanation? I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Well actually, a lot of thinking combined with praying. Am I making ripples in the right pond? Am I where I am supposed to be? One or two people, over the past few years, have been especially persistent with me - tried to get me to go to college. To pursue a career. To not drop art, or worse yet, to not let it slowly and silently fade into some little nook of my life labeled "the past". I wasn't ready then, I maintain that. Am I ready now? I don't know... I really don't. There are two taskmasters reaching for me: writing and art. Art is more of an ogre. Until I am knee-deep into a project (and can see hope for its quality) I tend to avoid it and feel frustration and then guilt for not working on it. Writing is a gentler master --- calling me now and then, and raising its voice especially when I discover someone else's writing that touches me. Both need developing, both have won praise in my life. Do I have to choose? Is either one the right choice? By searching to "reach my potential" am I unknowingly trampling the dear small shoots of purpose that may be emerging right under my nose?