little bird...

I know this is such a simple everyday ordinary thing, but it inspired me. So sometimes there are things that inspire us to see things differently, or to act differently, etc... But sometimes, I just get inspired to no particular end. So maybe inspired isn't the word I'm looking for. Anyway, what happened was this... Ben & I went out for coffee. We're pinching our pennies right now, but regardless, Ben wanted to go out with me to my favorite spot, so we scrounged up some change and we went. (For those of you who have seen the picture, this was the same day that I got the photo of him kneeling down next to the baby bird who was begging for crumbs on the corner downtown. It was apparently a very bad, invasive species type, but we decided not to squish it. It's a sweet picture.) So, of course, before getting coffee we had to stop at the recycle center to spend some of the money that we don't have. It's on the way. And it was there from whence the so-called inspiration came. I feel a little silly for mentioning it now that we come to the point. It really is no big deal, but isn't it funny that I'm still thinking about it a week later. We met a busy lady there, pilfering through old belongings as we were, looking for some treasure. She was busy, but in a care-free sort of way, busy, because why else would you be at the recycle center, but perfectly content to leave with nothing. What was special was that she was having such a lovely time telling us all about her most treasured finds and her favorite spots around town for finding such things. In short, she divulged all her secrets willingly, a sort of hoarder without the greediness. As I said, she left without buying any junk and said goodby to the cashier, who she knew by name. We saw her again outside and it turned out that she was the wife of Ben's boss's boss's boss or something. I'm sure we'll see her again someday since we'll be visiting all the spots she recommended. I look forward to it. Why would I mention such a seemingly meaningless encounter? It's certainly not because we met the big wife of a bigwig, certainly not! I abhor such things! It's for no other reason than mentioning the little bird, but when the bigwig is the little bird, it makes it all the more muchy.

 

i'm keeping them all...

I need to write something. I have no time. But this writing thing is healing to my soul. Just one quiet moment with me and the brain and I will think of something. Or if I don't think, that is okay too. The words just land on the paper. If they were brave little words, they would fly away in an instant, but they're not. They're shy. So they will come to me again for approval, and I'll encourage them along, or shelter them. Either way, with much deliberation, we will at some point come to a conclusion, and the final result will be that they are not birds, they are words. So they shall be stamped onto the paper. And there they shall stay. Embedded. Embossed. To be imbibed. Let them soar, let them sing, but let them stay. I told you I was greedy.

 

Easter egg...

Wish i would have thought of this on Mother's Day. That would've been brilliant! But i didn't. I thought of it just now, when it wasn't even Mother's Day, and i think that makes it even more special. I love you, Mom; i know you probably won't read this until like three months from now, (because you never check your email), but that's just fine.

Easter egg (noun)

1. a colored hard-boiled egg used to celebrate Easter

2. an intentional hidden message, or feature in a work such as a computer program, video game, movie, book, or crossword. The term was coined at Atari by personnel who were alerted to the presence of a secret message which had been hidden by game designer Warren Robinett in his already widely distributed game, Adventure. The name has been said to evoke the idea of a traditional Easter egg hunt. What fun!

fruitful regions gladdened by plenty...

So this morning i was reading thru some old blogs. It was so much fun! I'm an awesome blogger! Hehe. Man, there were so many typos & little things that i wanted to tweak, but i didn't. (I told you that, because i wanted you to know how brave i am.) Also, all this writing is really paying off... A. Because i don't think there are nearly as many typos in my more recent blogs. & B. Because i have such a nice little collection! Anyway, i don't know if you've noticed, but i've been making a lot of book recommendations lately. I just want you to know, i'm not getting paid for that. I just like to share my inspiration. My blog has never really had a purpose, other than to just share my wee little heart with all of my favorite people in the world, but now i feel like it might have a purpose! It can be a recommender of random things- books, movies, quotes, and whatnot. It's not like i haven't been doing that already, so i'm not changing anything. It just helps me to notice this pattern since all the other blogs seem to be about crafting, politics, homesteading, gardening, cooking, or whatever, and i just sort of blog about.... me. So anyway, i don't really have anything to offer this morning. I just wanted to write something. It's kind of like talking to myself. It's become sort of a habit with me. Have a lovely day all you lovely people out there. Make it a good one!

Ps. Since i'm sitting here patting myself on the back about less typos, i thought i should mention that i left all those i's uncapitalized on purpose.

Pss. Daniel wants to know why i want to have a blog for blogging if i'm just going to blog about blogging and other blogs.

 

days with frog and toad...

Have my blogs been a bit negative lately? For some reason I think maybe they have, but I'm not going to look. I think the fact that I don't want to look may be a good indicator. Well, I'll let you be the judge, but just know that it is not my intention to be gloomy. This morning when I woke up it was sunny and beautiful & I thought, maybe I can go out to the garden for a few minutes before we start school, but I decided instead to write a blog. The next thing I knew, I looked up and the sky was gray and sprinkling rain. Coincidence? Maybe. All I know is that showers will come, and they usually come in April. This morning I read a seemingly negative statement, not on my blog, somewhere else. At first glance it sounded uber depressing, but as I thought about it, it actually encouraged me... a lot. It said, "Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets." I have a lot of regrets. My life is riddled with regrets. They follow me around, yes, like a little toad, or in this case a frog, but also like a kite tail, I must say. This blog can only hold one picture at a time, but the point that I'm trying to illustrate here is that I can't shake 'em. Everytime I look back, there they are, dancing and taunting me, begging for attention: I haven't taken as many pictures as I'd like...I haven't spent enough time playing with my kids... I need to pray more... and I've neglected long distance friends and relatives. These things bother me, and the fact that they bother me bothers me, but this morning I had a breakthrough with this little quote I found. I hope I don't soon forget it. These are the right kind of regrets. Though I'd rather not have any, if I'm going to have them, these are the ones I want to have. These are the things that keep me up at night, and I think I'm okay with that now. Maybe I'm not such a terrible horrible monster of a person. Maybe I just love the things that make life beautiful and as a created, creative, loved, loving being, I just want to keep moving forward. We all have regrets, I think. The trick is not regretting regrets. That kind of ultra negativity is debilitating. What are you lamenting? If you find your heart fighting for more of what's beautiful and lovely in life, I say let it fight.

P.s. I changed the title for this blog three times before I settled on this one. I'm not going to tell you my other choices, because I'm happy with this one. It's a title robbed from a beloved children's book- a family favorite. If you're not familiar with Frog and Toad, please familiarize yourself a.s.a.p.

 

really, really....

I don't really have time to blog right now, but really quick, I have something to say. Sometimes I really don't like the thoughts that go round and round in my head. When that happens, I get really quiet; I don't have anything to share. When I feel really awesome, that is when I start writing things down. So...

A. You may never know the rest of the story,

B. Not everything needs to be talked about, and...

C. The reason I am stating this most obvious fact is because, I was wondering where all of this babble comes from. I mean sometimes, once I get started?... well, you already know, don't you? When that happens, I think the answer is that my brain has to move really fast in order to make up for lost time. Don't ask me why. That's just the way of it. So, to sum up, I'm not always this chatty, but it's such a joy to think happy thoughts, really!