turning my head
"I am a big advocate for the pursuit of curiosity. You've maybe heard me talk about this before? We are constantly being told to pursue our passions in life, but there are times when passion is a TALL ORDER, and really hard to reach. In seasons of confusion, of loss, of boredom, of insecurity, of distraction, the idea of "passion" can feel completely inaccessible and impossible. In such times, you are lucky to be able to get your laundry done (that sometimes feels as high as you can aim) and when someone tells you to follow your passion, you want to give them the middle finger. (Go ahead and do it, by the way. But wait till their back is turned, out of civility.)"
"But curiosity, I have found, is always within reach."
~ Elizabeth Gilbert
if it were not for the weather, i fear the week would
have eaten me up. i find solace in long walks with
my camera as he and the dog wandered aimlessly ahead of me.
i bake bread, listen to this podcast and start a new book.
we wake to blue sky and crisp cold air almost every day.
i fill the feeders and watch the birds eagerly forage
and the squirrels scamper and play. i spot two cats
in the yard, mocking Basil by just sitting there and watching him,
as he runs amok in the yard, nose to the ground following
their scent. his baying fills the air and pleases me because i
know in his mind he is on to something grand.
we walk the lake one day, Mount Rainer in full bloom
and i watch the ducks and think about how he use to say to me. . .
"are you happy now that all your ducks are in their pond?"
"yes . . . i would answer. " but today things are different and one day
worry takes over and i crash and burn and go to bed early.
but the sun rises the next day and i find peace.
i think about next year and what it might bring.
knowing i have little controle over most of it, but wondering. . .
what am i open too? what am i curious about?
and right there i pick my word. . .
how was your week?