knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life


“Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it ...” 
~ Virginia Woolf 


I woke this morning with a bit of an emotional hang over. So much has happened over the last few weeks and I think it has finally caught up with me. I crashed. I have moved about my day as always, filling it with normalcy;  watering the garden, weeding a bit, filling the birdbaths and the hummingbird feeders, playing with Basil, food shopping and a trip to the library. And yet, I am pretty unsettled, off balance, off beat. 

When I have days like this, I often feel like pulling into myself; self doubt moves in and the voice inside my heads asks me, really? No one cares, everyone has their own hole to climb out of and many of them have a lot further to climb. But today I thought. . .  

Maybe I should write about it. Just for me. Maybe I should try and turn it around with words and photos. Maybe. . .  

But then I thought, it is also okay, okay to not fight it. To allow the richness and the melancholy feeling of the last few weeks to slip away little by little and mourn the loss. 

There are parts of our very being which feel empty at times, no matter how much gratitude we make note of or notice. There are little crevices which ache a bit and memories which creep inside and make us not really sad, but a bit forlorn I think. Anyway, that is the way it is for me today. 

There are some of my photos up from the Now You Connecticut meet up. You can find them under the brief moments tab in the navigation bar. I hope you will take a peek.

We have a private flickr pool set up where we each are adding our photos. 
So here is a math problem for you. . .  

if there are 26  woman
and each of them takes on average 
700 photos over the course of four days together
how many photos will that be???? 
a hell of a lot! 

thanks for stopping by today,