smiling:: such a wonderful, charming email(s). Coming to know such interesting, gracious, kindred souls in this world.
liking:: attending my niece's baby shower on Saturday (I'll be Great-Aunt Em for the first time!!) and then going out to lunch with my mom and Eliza.
outing:: took Jane to her follow-up gastroenterologist appointment this morning. Overall, she's doing great. A few difficulties to work through and we know it'll just take time.
eating:: breakfast-- ground some brown rice in the blender for this morning's hot cereal. Added to some frozen mixed berries, freshly made almond milk, a sprinkle of chia seed, and a drizzle of maple syrup, it all made for a delicious way to start the day. Lunch-- made it up as I went. A lot of amazing flavors and textures going on in that bowl: chopped kale, red quinoa, chickpeas, golden raisins, raw cashews, curry, a touch of tamari, maple syrup, and rice wine vinegar. Yum-o.
reading:: The Mastery of Love (Ruiz), Women of Deh Koh: Lives in an Iranian Village (Friedl), Zero Waste Home (Johnson), The Rose Garden (Kearsley).
listening:: lots of Jessie Ware.
noticing:: wandered around the art museum the other day. Of course, lots of noticing going on. What I found interesting, though, was the observation I made about myself. The crystal clear realization coming to the core of me (although I've known this about myself for most of my life, but so much more powerfully that day ) that art profoundly touches, reaches, and speaks to such a deep place within my soul. Evoking something-- maybe just the creation process itself--reverent and holy and still. All forms of artistic expression (and these feelings that come with it) nourish me in a way I can't describe.
creating:: feeling a bit of a writer's block. A lack of inspiration. Stuck. Like I've said it all and have nothing to pull out. I know that these times come and go, ebb and flow, but it's frustrating nonetheless.
wearing:: brown ankle boots, purple pants, wheat colored tee (and a deep red tank peeking out underneath) with my new-ish thrift store jacket on top. (the mornings are starting to feel crisp!) I never would consider wearing mustard yellow, or this combination of colors until this past year, even though I'll acknowledge it's a color I gravitate towards and especially see throughout my house. But recently I'm absolutely loving to wear these rich, vibrant, and dynamic colors, and they just seem to work together on me and for me.
Blushing beyond belief, violently slapping both of my hands to my lap, blurting out a big belly laugh (I forgot where I was at that moment), immediately jerking around in horror to see one gentleman a couple rows down looking directly at me, he himself blushing as red as a boiled lobster and with a huge smile on his face. Like he himself was dying, bursting to let out his own stifled laugh.
Oh. My. Gosh.
I wanted to sink into that floor. Hide, duck, disappear forever. Thinking about everyone-- the folks driving by as I walked to church, my friendly male neighbors, the entire church congregation for crying out loud-- that had a "Sunday view" they would likely never forget.
(You can laugh if you want to.)