This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine...

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Getting My Feet Wet on the Rainy Season

I got an idea for a poem while out walking the dogs yesterday.  I haven't written anything remotely close to poetry in a long time.  Last I can remember was trying to poetically describe the waves I felt I was riding when I first met up with Hadj.  I have been getting urged toward poetry lately by my friend Anna, which feels nice and like a challenge, but it's not coming out easily.  I told her earlier today, and I think this is common sentiment among amateur poets/writers, that it's harder by far to write poetry when you're feeling grateful or happy, which I am. 

But I didn't feel like cleaning our art room any more so I gave my hand at the ideas.  It turned into a prose-like meditation, which any attempt I make at poetry often does.  I stopped before finishing and well, there I am.  And, god, it's rainy.  And Hadj is working.  And I'm just ho-humming it up today, it seems.  I'm actually bordering on feeling bored!  Boredom is not an emotion I often feel, which is good because I'm not a fan of it one bit.  The rainy season.  I feel half lidded.  So, just saying.  Here are some pretty images of cozy, rainy day things.  Seeking inspiration and sharing it with you. 

posie gets cozy: perfect craft ideas blog for this weather
sweet, cozy, bright work studio! mmmm beelieve
drop the antlers, add some more prints and seat me here with a blanket and a good book!     

Happy Halloween Everyone!
By the way, I do expect I'll perk up soon.  Tonight we're going to a post-apocalypse Halloween party and I'm wearing a dress I made out of plastic bags.  I think Hadj is going to be a cockroach or something. 

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Loving What's in the Air

It's Subterranean Fire: The Extreme Makeover Edition!  I've retained much of my old color schemes, updated some of my "favorite post" side bars (now at left) and dropped off a few gadgets that either were too cumbersome or led to unneeded self-scrutiny based on the popularity system of "google friends."  Another of those aforementioned cumbersome features is this thing down here where you get to click to tell me if you think my post is "useful, funny, or interesting."  I'm not sure how I feel about your ability to poll -or, even worse, not poll- my subject matter, but I can't for the life of me figure out how to get rid of it at this time, and so it stays.

I also want to fancy up that header picture, add an About Me page, and separate pages for my own favorites.  Eventually I'd also like to make the sidebars more visually stimulating with picture links instead of all that text.  I'm pretty sure y'all are salivating to click that "interesting" box now! Aren't cha?

I guess my blog's not the only one getting a makeover of sorts.  As I mentioned earlier this week, I've revamped my daily schedule (in training for, as I've come to think of them, "mommy-marathon days") and I've also, thanks to this stylish new mom and blogger, really been inspired to getting all dolled up on any old day, just because it feels so good.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Another Fantastic Step on the Journey to Fully Inhabiting My Body

Let's move to those aforementioned things and change the song into one with a major-chord feel!  First of all, I'm totally freaking stoked about my baby these days.  So much so that I just edited the curse word out of that sentence.  I'm not excited just about the baby, but the part that comes before the baby: the birth.

In the Midwest, Most of Us Don't Think About Submarines' Existence

I have a very ambitious schedule this morning, which began at 5:20 AM.  I read, somewhere, recently about a woman who is so creative/eager/successful that she "has to get up at five in the morning just to get everything done in a day."  My mom gets up at five-something five days a week to do her workout routines. Lately she's been working out with an amply endowed ex-reality TV star who either is or used to be one of Hugh Hefner's girlfriends and her conventionally good looking Aussie male trainer.  Apparently in Australia, if you have a big butt you say [something like] you've got "boots in the boot," which my mom finds utterly amusing.  About her morning routine, she says, "you just get your ass up and you do it."  She's always been better than me at overcoming laziness in favor of doing what's right for her body, chased as she is by a twenty-year old MS diagnosis. 

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Oh Right, I Was Doing Something About That...

I have been introduced to more internet wonderfulness this week than I have in many months past, which have provided moments of laughter and brevity, but despite them I remain mostly prone on the couch with what feels like my only friend, NPR.  Oh sigh. The emo of it all.

And while I did just read that one key to blog success is to consider what your readers want to read, I am writing now mostly just to write, which means y'all (whoever you are) might have to read more about what the truth of my life is this week than, say, hilariously cute stories about four-year-olds with ADHD and access to an entire cake.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Family is just accident.... They don't mean to get on your nerves. They don't even mean to be your family, they just are.

The phrase "return the scene of the crime" kept popping into my head as I rounded hour five of my week long visit at Mom n' Dad's.  I guess that smart-ass subconscious of mine was referring to this time last year. I kept flashing back to my first night with Hadj in this house, when I broke into uncontrollable sobs and couldn't describe what was causing them except deep fear.  He couldn't understand it; my parents seemed so supportive and loving.  That's appropriate because they are both of those things,

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Opposite of Long Is?

Apparently I'm incapable of reading any books unless they are about pregnancy or parenting right now.  That, along with my hour long enjoyment of Loreena McKennitt yesterday, have me more in awe of what is about to happen to me.  This isn't meant to be a long post, sitting at Hadj's desk (the only desk with a working computer) turns me lethargic and I tend to try to avoid it, but I couldn't refuse a quick kind-of update.

I'm in my final trimester and all sorts of really exciting things are falling into place.  We know where we're having the baby, we've begun our natural childbirth method classes, I'm talking to, and knowing more and more about, the baby inside me.  Also, more and more, I'm wondering what parts of me will come out and shine when I've become a parent.  I've always been a pretty contradictory person, with many unconventional proclivities, and those seemingly divergent interests are as "in focus" as ever.  I've sort of decided to let the little kid tell me when the time is right to finally plunge in and dye my hair that platinum-purple combo I've dreamt of for years.  I'm thinking about unschooling, and hearing more and more about ascended masters and the predicted impacted of the coming generations on our collective consciousness.  Also, I watched a pretty cool documentary about crop circles last week (it was free at the library!). Sometimes all my "out there," weirdness tendencies overwhelm the part of me that tried to blend in or hide for so many years, which is to say I sometimes feel like a total whackadoo.  Then my inner six year old chimes in: "Hey! You wanted to move to the west coast for a reason lady!"  I keep a sense of humor about it and try to continue rolling with the (comic) punches.

I know I haven't been writing much (see aforementioned excuse re: the writing desk) and for that I am aggrieved.  However, I'm also in full-scale nesting mode and this house has a never ending list of to-do's whereas I have a never ending need to sit down and take a break.  I've updated my reading list in the sidebar and hope to be back writing more, about recipes, discoveries, internal exploration, and random excitement (not to mention the occasional reference to sex!) soon.

P.S.  As I continue to wonder about parenting I've found one thing I'm really sure of: I'll be a great story teller to my child.