if you could take one thing . . .

it would have to be my jump drive. currently. it's b/c i haven't doubled, tripled, or quadrupled saved my work yet. i am doing it now. for sure.

curled my hair today. the first time in so long.

there is something about denim dresses, lace, pearls, and curly hair that's ultra-fem. i feel like i ought to be in the right places at the right time today- allday.

tornados tornados why do you scare me so? it's probably the wind mixed up with all the left over scary movie clips stored in my brain. how something bad always happens in the rain and the wind. it's never a good idea to combine the two. really.

does anyone know about how economical manchester england is? I am thinking maybe that we should look into living there. I don't expect a comment. it's rare. this is a rhetorical question.

also on the rhetorical side of things:

A Leap in conscience.

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/7418688/the_young__the_sexless/

the above is a link to a fantastic article by Jeff Sharlot of the Rolling Stones.

Life is quite a mascarade at times.








enter in green bracelet. welcome to my wrist :)

The Transient Life

I admit it sounds enticing. It has probably sounded enticing all my life. The first time I met a hippy was probably at birth and then many more occasions thereafter. I was blessed with the parentals being down to earth and loving the earth more than any other parentals. My mother is mostly democratic and more yuppie than hippie but she still claims her roots and still is as beautiful for the change as she was for the beginning. My father, a little less yuppie than mom but still grown up a bit from the past. I don't recognize them in their 60era clothing and retroactive hairstyles but i do recognize their desires.

The Transient Life. I mean traveling in a van with little money from the here to there. Humbled because you can't afford food. Humbled because you decided long ago it would be better than succumbing to the good house,car,job,wifehusband, etc.

I met my first homeless man in SanFransico on my 10th birthday, i believe. He wore a Nike coat and my mom didn't believe he was homeless b/c of his coat. and just the other day emily was asking a question about why a man was on the side of the road and i told her it was b/c he was homeless. when she pointed out he didn't look as such i reminded her how often we are fooled by our eyes and not to trust such things. the transient life.

Boulder CO, the time of my life. the best trip i had ever taken and it lasted forever. the smell of petchuli and marijuana mixed and mingled with body odors and it was a smell that would never leave me. i love that smell. i love their discipline, their heart, the way they love unselfishly, their generosity, their huge bags filled with hand made everythings. i could sit and listen to them talk for hours. i remembered almost dying when i saw a toddler (not yet two) with the beginnings of dreadlocks. oh the beauty of such lives.

all this to say--it is enticing. it is tempting to just leave. that man did it. he felt God calling him and he wrote that book (under the underpass) and he felt changed. it's b/c those people, the transients, they are awfully more beautiful than the good job,house,wifehusband motif sometimes. they are sacrifice. we are moved by such grace.

ps. Psalter tonight was amazing. if you are ever around this band. give them very much love they were incredibly moving. i am thankful for their transient lives.