🌷💘 carnations make my heart sing 💘🌷
A foggy Sunday means I'll be drawing a hot bath and reading until the clouds come to part again. ☀️ I have some news to tell that has been making my belly turn into a home for flying butterflies. Be sure to check back here tomorrow when I can *finally* share what it is.
Do you ever wake up from underneath the blanket, only to feel a slight tinge of sorrow or regret and there is absolutely no cause for you to feel this way. That is how I met morning — slightly strange, slightly nervous, slightly curious with no need for it, as if I said something wrong the evening before but I know I couldn't have. Honeyed light pours through the kitchen window, a coffee maker makes sounds I can hear, dried snapdragons are in view, dogs who are snoring, what could it possibly be that brings me to a mood that is not a celebration of all that this is? Perhaps, it is not a good time to ask, just a time to go on as I do. Living and breathing, hot baths and quiet Saturdays. 🌹
My weapon of choice. The banjo. Today, the sky is grey and rain keeps falling like exclamation marks on the windowsill. I could wish for the sun and cry out as that is often my first choice of reasoning, but instead, I will pick on the banjo and let those glum thoughts go to their grave 🌻
I've been thinking of the mountains and how we are nearing the time where wildflowers start to sprout and paint the wild brush that is a mountainside. I grow tired of the city even though it does have good offerings of it's own-- music, people, pipe dreams being born, but I need that wild kind of strangeness and aliveness that seems to only exist when I am not here. 'I am mountain bound' might very well be my favorite sentence in the English language. After, 'I brought you snacks', of course.
The glory-beaming banjo is the joy of my life. Other things you may or may not know about me: 1. I read poetry every single day. I don't even listen to music as much as I read poetry. I like it most when it's dreadfully dark and spooks me into living.🥀 2. I genuinely love playing sports. Basketball was my favorite and I played competitively for my entire life but I always struggled with being *too* competitive. It was exhausting at times because I forgot to enjoy. I think it was exhausting for my teammates too. 🏀 3. I'm not good in large groups. Invite me to a house party and if it's a large group of people I'm unfamiliar with, I'll be looking for the dog and wishing away the time so I can get home. 🐕 4. I rarely talk about myself to people because it makes me feel awkward and strange, but then this results in me leaving a lot of 'hang outs' and conversations feeling like the person didn't even try to get to know me. I will never know if it's their fault or mine, but I'm working on it. Hence, this post. ⭐ 5. I have an entire collection of rants in a notebook that were spurred by something somebody said when I knew arguing would only cause agony. My hope is that nobody ever reads it. 🍃 6. Leadbelly is the reason I play guitar. My mother is the reason I sing, but I couldn't harmonize whether or not my life depended on it 🐦 🌱 Now...tell me about you!🌷