I am going to have to devote some serious time for reading this week.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Ok, so my title is the name of my favorite Jimmy Buffett song. I couldn't help myself. The girls and I just returned from the library. As I have said before, I love the library. Today was an exceptional day there. I found four, yes FOUR books I have wanted to read. Oh, did you know that C.S. Lewis had a book on grief? I have that too.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
I am trying to go towards a simpler life. I realized how much stuff my family accumulates, and the constant want for more. I am trying to take joy in the things I love. A few of these things are material things, but mostly aren't. My kids are thrilled playing with a box, or running around outside. It makes me want to appreciate the little things in life that are just fun. When I make a point to notice these things, I am amazed at how often they occur.
There are so many moments were I could get mad or upset--or laugh and move on. I am trying to be better at laughing and moving on.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
It is already Thursday afternoon, what? This has been the fastest Spring Break ever. I guess my previously mentioned home project zapped a lot of time.
The room looks great! Three big black garbage bags full of stuff didn't go back. I love clearing out clutter!
Our only adventure this week was to the library. I hadn't planned it, but we happened to get there as the St. Pat's party was beginning. They had bagpipers and two ladies who sang traditional Irish songs. It was fun, they even had cookie cake and green punch.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
My community-- I feel free there, free to explore, and free to voice my questions. I like that freedom. I have had wandering roads through my journey of faith. Sometimes, those roads don't quite lead where I expect. I have found people to travel with me, and others to encourage me to go on. I haven't been told to turn around and go back, but to keep on my journey. Everyday, my journey continues.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I am sick. Nothing horrible, but I have a bit of a fever, aches, and some stomach issues. I don't get sick often. I had the flu four years ago, and I don't think I have had a fever since.
I just had one of those pitiful thoughts--I wish I had my mom. Next month it will be three years. It sometimes seems like a whole life ago. Claire doesn't remember her at all. Delaney, I think has a few memories of her.
It is hard to only have old memories and no possibilities of new ones.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I can't help but share the news! We got Atlanta tickets to see Jimmy in June! I love Jimmy Buffett concerts. I have an awesome parrot dress that is ready to be worn again!
I have seen JB a few times, it never gets boring to me. It is cool when he picks up an old song to play on tour. My last concert, he sang "A Woman Going Crazy on Caroline St." which is one of my favorite songs. It was the first time I had heard it live. We bought a CD that was recorded at that concert, Josh says he can hear me screaming during the introduction. Now, I need to hear "Brand New Country Star", "When the Coast is Clear", or "Love in the Library" A lot of the songs that I love relatively unknowns. Josh and I both love JB, but are drawn to different songs.
I am so excited! I even heard he is going back to St. Louis this year. Our first concert was there. It was in May and it rained and rained. We were soaked. Our last concert in Atlanta was in a thunderstorm. Even through lightning and downpours, a Jimmy Buffett concert is worth the trouble.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
A boy in my class has a brother with leukemia. He was diagnosed in November. He is in need of a bone marrow transplant.
I went today to be added to the registry. It was paperwork and four swabs of the inside of my mouth. Think about it if you hear about a donor drive near you. It was painless, just a bit of my time.
Friday, March 7, 2008
I have developed an interest in yoga. I have been doing at least 10 min. of yoga everyday for a few weeks. It does calm me. I am one of those people who don't relax. I am always "on". With yoga, I am so in tune with my breathing that my mind doesn't wander. It has been good for me.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
When pondering my passions last week, I failed to mention libraries. I love the whole concept of public libraries. A huge space filled with countless choices. I love to browse the shelves. It is like shopping--I get to fill up my bag full of stuff and it is all free!
Monday, March 3, 2008
I feel a connection to the Mississippi River. My childhood hometown was near the Mississippi River, so much so that downtown flooded often. My childhood home flooded, a victim of the Mississippi River. I followed the Mississippi River south to Cape Girardeau for college. I would sit and watch the river sometimes. I was amazed at where the river had been and where it would go.
One of my favorite cities is New Orleans. I thought about my love of the city--and I realized the connection my life has to the Mississippi River. I can't seem to escape it. I feel like perhaps there is still a bit of the Mississippi River water running through my veins.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Last night I spent over two hours on the phone. I was talking to one of my mom's best friends. It is my link to my childhood home. My mom died almost three years ago, and my dad moved from the area.
It is odd not having that place to go back "home". I loved Festus, and growing up there. There are so many special places there--so many memories. My dad went back home last week for a funeral and mentioned driving through town and by the old house. The old house is actually an empty lot, because the house is no longer there. That's a story for another day.
I am starting to believe that going back home is a state of mind. I have been reflecting a lot of my childhood. I have so many wonderful memories of my childhood. Memories are such a unique thing, I am sure mine differ in some ways to those who grew up with me. My memories are my own, and they are special to me. They keep me connected to my past.