creating:: It's the little things that seem to bring me the most contentment. A perfect capturing with my camera. The color of the vegetables I chop. The beauty that surrounds me that so often goes unnoticed until I mindfully bring my total attention to it. Like gathering bits of nature indoors, making little arrangements. March seems to be the month for blossoming, burgeoning tree branches.
noticing:: Softly falling snowflakes outside the window just now. One minute sun, the next blustering snow. Spring is so fickle where we live.
listening:: This mellow mood I'm in finds me gravitating to Eva Cassidy on my Grooveshark playlist. this and this.
eating:: Favorite and go-to breakfast lately has been a bowl of sweet cherries from the freezer, sliced banana, handful of raw oats topped with almond milk and a sprinkling of chia seeds.
reading:: Wallace Stegner's The Women on the Wall. A collection of short stories.
viewing:: The Scent of Green Papaya. Vietnamese film. So beautiful. Wanting to find more like this one.
dreaming:: Russian sports massage hand positions for the past few nights. A new class in the lineup this term. Those drills our instructor has us doing over and over must really be making an impression.
smiling:: Opening up the mailbox yesterday, the wonder, the surprise, the gladness over that cheery yellow envelope amongst bills and ads and junk mail. A "Thinking of You" card from a thoughtful neighbor some streets up from mine. Warm tears welling at the same time as the smiles. To be thought of in this way.
feeling:: At first I thought it was springtime seasonal allergies, now I think it's more like a cold. Stuffy, itchy, achy. No energy to do all the things that need to be done around here. For her soon- to- be departure. I had so many plans, so many things to cross off on my list this week. I probably can blame it on the cold, but I thing it's more like I'm in denial.
tender. teary. longing. overwhelmed. scattered. inward. reflective.