Outside my window… A day that bespeaks of fall, of warm sweaters and a cup of steaming cider clutched in one’s hand, of chill mornings to be seen from a window and warm blankets on the inside. The sky is simply grey. Yet, it is a grey that is almost a white, grey. Not the grey of a coming storm, but the grey of a calm, still, fall day. There doesn’t seem to be much wind, but a little breeze sometimes run through the reeds by the pond and the leaves in the trees making them flutter for an instant then come to a still once more. A little bird just flew across the sky, so high that it is hard to make out what type of bird, just a little black dot flying across the sky. Actually I’m so excited for fall. I love fall, and I can’t wait for the colored leaves to swirl and the cool crisp feel of a fall afternoon.
I’m wearing…A pair of black slacks, a light grey and white striped sweater, silver dangly earrings, and my hair is up in a pony tail.
I’m listening to...Be Ok by Ingrid Michaelson.
I’m creating…new ideas for creating new and beautiful creative projects, but first they must begin with creating the ideas. Formulating plans and ideas and all sorts of rose colored schemes.
From the kitchen…morning coffee cooled down till its chill on the counter, leftover pie crust cookie crumbs left scattered on a pink plate.
One of my favorite things…that burst of inspiration you have when you have finally found just the right words and they come in a limitless flood as your fingers fly across the letters on the keyboard, trying to keep up with the stream of words. This always seems to happen just after you have had a long period of sitting staring blankly at the computer screen without a single spark of inspiration or motivation, and then the words come, and your fingers can’t keep up with them they are coming so very fast.
I’m thinking… I love fairytales, they never seem to grow old, they are always new and beautiful each time you read them. This is why it is a bad thing for me to be shelving books in the fairytale section at the library. I get too distracted as I hold my stack of fairytales. “Adams, Alec, Anderson…Oooh pretty cover! Pretty painting!” and from then on I struggle with myself to read the books rather than shelving them properly.
To live the liturgy…I want to start going to a few extra Masses during the week, daily Mass is such a special beautiful way to start one’s day I wish we lived nearer so that we could go more often! And yet I would never want to move so…
I’m reading…Papa’s Wife by Thyra Ferre Bjorn again. I think it’s so funny how my imagination takes control sometimes, all the descriptions describe “Papa” as having blond hair (he’s Swedish) yet my imagination is persistently giving him dark hair and making him look like Cary Grant. I keep pushing him from my mind “go away now, Cary Grant, I love you but you mustn’t be “Papa” he’s a Swede.” But Cary Grant just keeps coming back so I have decided to let him stay.
I’m pondering…this quote: “There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and a tired man who wants a book to read. ~G.K. Chesterton” I found it the other day when I was searching for quotes on reading and I really like it. I have been thinking on the meaning. I think it means that the eager man is a man who will put his all into his desires, he is the man who wants to read a book and will go out of his way and put his all into searching for that book. The tired man is the sort of man who will sit and sigh and moan about how he has read all the good books to be read. He will do nothing to gain possession of the book to read. That is why one is eager, the other weary.
Around the house…at the moment the strong desire to go and crawl into my bed, under my covers and read some favorite book has overwhelmed me but of course I can’t do that, too many things to do! School and work, tidying my desk and finishing this journaling page!
A few plans for the rest of the week…Oh so many plans! So many things to do! So many places to be! I can’t even begin without making into a list, so very boring to read!
