Flying!

I'm sitting at gate D6 in the Detroit airport, half watching the sun rise.

It's a bit strange feeling, going to a place where the people know everything (on paper) about me. They know my flaws and my strengths, the ways I handle stress, conflict, they know my personality in any number of letters and numbers. Golly, it's sorta scary! But, I'm excited.

It's such a free feeling, traveling alone, and knowing what I'm doing. ahhh. I'm excited. Chicago, Italy. eeeeeeeps!!

Just write.

Some days, between the piles of paper scattered across my desk and attempting to erase the soft tension of differing ideas with my roommates, I forget the sound of my own voice.

I forget, after months of no substantial time to rest, how it feels to take an hour to sit down and write. I used to be quite good at rest, sitting still, listening to the birds. But now, I find myself jumping up, writing myself another note, searching for dishes to clean, another task to add to my list.

That is why I am so thankful for Sunday evening. I had planned to eat dinner with friends I haven't seen in a long time. I was so excited. But after a nonstop week, I felt sick Sunday evening. Sick enough to tell my friends I couldn't come and take a laze on the couch. Though I dearly missed being with my friends, I really needed the time to let my mind wander.

And today, Tuesday, I woke up to snow, which I so appreciate. One more free day to snuggle in warm blankets, drink black tea, and write some thoughts.

I think I'll spin some poems. :)

Two Days

Sunday.
I sleep, in, late.
but still in time to go to church.

Hours alone,
and then my friends join me,
and oh what friends they are.

We walk through the cold dark
and laugh,
drink tea,
late.

Monday.
I walk through the rain.
Somewhere it is night,
somewhere dawn is crawling over the horizon and
somewhere someone is walking.

We sit in the dark room and just rest in God's presence.
It is simple.
We do not say much.
We are all women.
The best spent hour of my day.

It pours.
People in the house,
cozy blanket on the couch, chilly rain outside, quiet warm lights,
editing a poem,
editing a story.

So, I'm moving to Italy.
Alone.

I'll post about it, too excited now to. :)

keep moving, keep breathing.

i am the beloved.

this wind makes me pensive.

Blessings

Today was the first warm day in a long time. The sun shone through the windows, and my chum Amber played “Come Thou Fount” on her saxophone in my living room.

We ate a hodge-podge of leftover pasta salad, chicken stir-fry, Caribbean style rice, and a star fruit. Mango juice and paper napkins. Plastic plates.

We talked of intentions, motives and the difference. We talked meaningful things, and what farm animals he had, and vomit stories.

We played bananagrams and yelled in fake frustration. And then the sun set strong and warm over the horizon.

Self, don’t forget these beautiful experiences and people.

Don't forget to be thankful for what you already have.