ramble

sitting here getting wisdom and friendship from facebook posts, with my coffee on the deck, it's a ritual i'd like to keep. too many chores, so little time. it's comforting to know that i have such a group of bright, insightful, funny friends. from the gamut of my life and beyond. i've been blocked lately - that feeling that you want to write but can't possibly think of what to say. then it comes out - first in wordy posts to others, then on to something i can share. i look up at my rusty old windchimes from the old monastery, so meaningful. i know when the wind blows  - when i hear a noise outside and start to worry, the chimes give me comfort knowing it's just a gust of wind. comforting. knowing i can sneak in on my niece or nephew's plans even though i assume they'd MUCH rather be with their friends doing young things. comforting. knowing the shore is just a short drive away (and feeling bad for those for which it is not). i brought work home this weekend and i'm hoping that instead of looking at it as a contributor to burnout, it will be a source of comfort yet again when i examine everything i can do to put right my monday morning. checking in on all facets of life can be time-consuming and stressful when it comes to putting them in the right order, but my vacation taught me that my nesting self is alive and well and was just covered by the dust of a working woman. that making a meal can also feel like finishing a week-long project that i was nervous about but was a source of pride in the end.

that i'm sitting on my deck looking at blue skies and feeling a slight, tepid breeze while others are frozen, so thankful. to be able to go out to the movies with friends and hopefully have a few family members over for dinner the next day, to know that soon my hubby will walk in and start his (hopefully) leisurely saturday with, knowing him, a few chores sprinkled in. trees stretching toward the sky. some manicuring DEFINITELY needed, a little too much overgrowth but hey, i always say i like a victorian-style flora about me, not a fan of the neatly trimmed rose bushes all in a well-planned row.

pause to take a break and check on things in the house - one dog eating a sponge and the other looking at me like "well?" my dogs are a source of great pleasure.

saw a movie last night about two aging fighters duking it out to put a long-term dream to rest. LOVE that these two actors, not young or beautiful as they once were, seemed to enjoy playing roles that were funny, irreverent, and yes, old. a great message that we can, in fact, re-visit old thoughts, feelings and even problems that there is always a chance to set things right. being old enough to recognize bits of classic dialog and moments of throwback to iconic movies from my younger days is something i cherish. i love to make connections to past joys.