8.31.13 : a small list.

making : messes, photos, poems with words just out of reach.
cooking : oatmeal with brown sugar, every morning, to usher in autumn. and because I like it.
drinking : cinnamon apple tea, cucumber lemonwater, coconut oil lattes, hot blueberry honey and lemon water.
reading : man's search for meaning, The Bible, and a menagerie of other books finding their place on the floor by my bed.
wanting : quiet, rest, to be seven again.
looking : for clarity. and my camera battery chargers.
playing : candy crush (yes), rivers roads and rails. piano, pounding the keys.
wasting : like usual, time.
sowing : contemplative stillness, intentional gratitude, purposeful being. large words that mean nothing and something at once. (perhaps)
wishing : to go back to the week of Woodland and live it again, every moment, same.
enjoying : taking walks, watching movies, being with my family. sudden rain storms. poems, even if they are deep waters.
waiting : for fall, tomorrow, what to come to manifest. also, my film camera.
liking : the wind, sudden rainstorms, music without words, prayer.
wondering : and wandering.
loving : my family.
hoping : with that kind of hope to excite us, nothing holds us back.
marveling : about the sweetness and beauty of apples from our own apple tree.
needing : a haircut, to go to bed before midnight.
smelling : cinnamon, wet earth, Moroccan oil, clean clothes.
wearing : cotton, light layers, old t-shirts from my mom's closet.
following : friend's journeys, too many instagram accounts.
noticing : the leaves curling and changing, echoing how seasons in our lives shift, fluctuate without our pause.
knowing : (and feeling:that if day has to become night. this is a beautiful way).
thinking : until my head hurts.
bookmarking : the true story of a seven year marriage, an interview with wendell berry, mother + daughter
opening : windows, closing doors.
giggling : over silly Star Trek graphics with my sister, Kevin from The Office, inside jokes that start with laughter and lead to tears.
feeling : worn and hopeful, sad and grateful. sustained. emptied of words.

list inspired by lovely jodi.

august.

August

These are the last lazy mornings with room for hours of leisure and mugs of coffee long cool before the afternoon rounds. They are peach cobbler evenings, as the light dwindles and the neighborhood treks outdoors to catch the last of laughter, tossed around, the last of the evening, held tight and stuffed in our pockets. We go barefoot and dodge sprinklers making their tch-tch-tch sounds and we sit on the porch and close our eyes. Already, it smells like expectation and cinnamon creeps in with her powdery fingers and we feel the world stretching and broadening and changing. We grip summer tighter. We take her by the hands and spin her around, beg her not to go. She has a younger brother, his name is flush, he is chasing the leaves and brushing them red. Summer runs after him, we run after her, we collapse into autumn and wonder when the trees changed color, why the ground is cold under our toes, if the wind was always so sharp.

words inspired by the beautiful mollie