Normality

I guess I don't blog much b/c i think everything i write has to be awesomely creative, witty, profound or poetic... It doesn't.

Tomorrow, I'm getting a puppy. Talk about poetry.

Rod is in Canada, floating around on his wind horse with the angels and taking in the rain and sky and beautiful Prince Edward Island. I'm happy for him. and I'm excited for the day when I get to take in Prince Edward Island.

Allison is gong to Disney in Rod's stead. I hope I get to hang out with her before she leaves. I can't wait to show her my new, yet-to-be-acquired, puppy.

Amy & Tracy have been great. I'm glad they're our friends.

I'm glad Rachel is back. She's my happy trailor friend. by 'happy trailor' i really mean 'trailor trash'. Just so you know. Whoever you are.

Amy (not aforementioned Amy, new amy) is back in the country. The girls have a play-date in Charleston, Laura even has plane tickets. Amy can't come. She'll be back in Korea I think. Or maybe Out West. but I'll get to hang out with her before then. I'm excited about that. but I'm a little worried that we dont' have a plan yet.

I found a next-to-free record player today. From the MRD. Just in time -- Jeff ALMOST got rid of his records. He said he'd never buy a record player. He just doesn't listen to music that much anymore. That's OK. he doesn't have to. I will for him. ;)

In dreams

There is a place where I dream, and in those dreams I would stay home and read and fill my mind with creativity and ideas to be shared. The outdoor would beckon me and I would go outside and work in my garden. My garden would be full of glorious flowers and vines and herbs that would fill the air with sweet and spicy. I would paint and create all that came to mind and the life of my creative expression would find itself pouring out all over the canvas giving sight to glory and love and compassions... I would pick wild flowers and spread seeds in every lonely glade... and I would be an inventor. I would write children's stories and illustrate them.

I would visit with friends (who, did i mention, all live close by) and I would bring them baskets of flowers and gifts that expressed them. I'd hang an old cracked window from tree limb in the garden, and I would have a welding shop...

Of course, at the end of the day I'd be pretty tuckered out. So I'd go into my cottage, because of course i live in a cottage, run a bath, and put myself to bed being content in the day. Being tuckered out from the fullness of who you are is the best kind there is.

Time

I've done a lot of noticing lately. I've noticed, quite suddenly in fact, that the world around me in which I go about my daily life has completely changed since I was first introduced to it, and especially since it was 'my world'.

University life is interesting in that way. When I was as student on this campus, it was 'my world', but now it's someone elses. I have made new friends here and I am grateful for those friends, but all in all, this is an entirely different universe, with only some small remaining essences of the stars that were once here. life here has been 100% recycled.

so where's my world, now? At home mostly, in the love that I have found, and am making and creating every day. The other part, however, the irriplacable and uncanny pieces that my heart daily yearns for, those parts are in Hartsville, Atlanta, South Korea, New York...

Today

Today I am grateful
I think it's a good way to start my blog.
caro