I'm joining the Currently crowd and posting a peek into my life. Many thanks to my writer friend, Jennie, for inspiring me to join in on the fun.
The weather! I don't know what it's like where you are, but spring has arrived at my house. The layers of yellow on my car prove it. There's something about the changing season, especially this one, that makes one feel like the leaf has finally made that turn everyone keeps talking about. There's a sense of renewal that's as thick as the future humidity (in the South). It smells a little like hope. The flowers are starting to bud, and the grass is struggling to find its green again. The whole world is awakening, and my heart skips in excitement for what this new season will bring.
I haven't finished it yet, but this book is making my evening walks an absolute joy! It's beautifully written. O the pretty words! With a mystery, an old house, and British charm, what could be better, really? Read it! Better yet, listen to it. (The accents, guys. Swoon!)
I've always loved Heartland. It's such a sweet family-friendly show that I never feel guilty indulging in. I've pretty much binged on it until there are no more episodes, and there are A LOT of episodes per season. Not complaining, though. In fact, give me more, please!
Go outside right now. If you look up and squint really hard, you'll see a pig with wings. Yes, my friends, pigs are flying. This girl--it's so hard to even say it--is now a belieber. "Love Yourself" won me over.
As I'm writing this, it's getting dark. It's my favorite time of day to do some front porch sittin'. I've always longed for a simple life. As a former country girl, I still enjoy the rocking chair on my porch, even if it's in a quaint historic neighborhood surrounded by people walking to our park down the street. We traded woods for sidewalks last year, and though we'll always love the quiet, dark nights filled with cricket songs and hooting owls, I rather love this new environment. Watching people walk along, their dogs in strollers and my neighbor's loud jazz music blaring in his car, I realize there's something special about the city too. Something natural and simple--connection. We may not speak directly, but we are daily exchanging something much more. We exchange moments of life. We co-exists peacefully. Community.
Life has a way of grabbing you by the throat randomly, like a stranger in the night. Just when you feel comfortable, settled, it turns on you like an angry rottweiler. (No offense to the breed; they're actually quite lovely.) You see where I'm going with this...
Life is a beast with fangs that isn't afraid to use them when it feels you need a reminder of how small you are in the world. I'm anticipating its release, which luckily for me, has a date. Hurry up mid-June!
I wish what all writers wish for, words. I need them, crave them, cannot have enough of them.
making me happy
I have the most amazing people in my life. My small group, spiritual leaders, friends, and family are what makes my world a beautiful place to live in. I also have an inspiring group of online friends who follow me, encourage me, and send me sweet notes that always come unexpectedly. They make me feel like what I do is important on days when I wonder if it is. If you're one of these people and reading this, thank you. I love you, deeply. Your kindness means everything. xoxo