Outside my window…Green and wet is the grass this morning. The air itself looks grey this morning, when you look out the window you can almost envision the water in the air, a cool, damp, fall sort of day. A few orange leaves lay scattered in the grass and caught amongst the blackberry bushes thorns. All is still. If I look hard I can almost see the branches waving in time with a little breeze, but whether this is my imagination or a reality I cannot determine. I keep talking of fall and how it is coming closer and closer with each journaling page I write, but it is not quite here yet. Not quite. Almost, the trees are turning colors and scattering their leaves, the grey sky and the chill air seem to speak of fall, the wet grass this morning, it all indicates fall, and soon, very soon it will be. The calendar already proclaims it is, but it isn’t quite yet. When it is I plan on going out and taking pictures of everything, for I love fall pictures, but not yet, not till I can look out my window and say “It is fall.” Rather than “It is seeming like fall today.”
I’m listening…to soft piano music flouting through the house, soft relaxing music that makes me feel sleepy and yet at the same time like writing about this that and everything.
I’m wearing…A cream knit sweater with short cap style sleeves and a large swooping style neckline. I love sweaters! They’re so warm and cozy and they just seem to make everything happy! I’m also wearing a pair of jeans and my hair is down and falling in crazy waves around my shoulders.
I’m reading…Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, ever since I watched the new movie I’ve had a plot for a blog post simmering in my mind, but I wanted to re-read the book before I wrote it up. However Mr. Rochester makes me so annoyed sometimes I have to throw down the book in disgust (GAH! MR. ROCHESTER!) And pick up one an L. M. Montgomery. Her books never fail to make me happy!
I’m thinking…about how the written word differs from the spoken. Sometimes it so much easier to express yourself through the written word, for me most of the time, it’s so much easier to get into a flow of what you are saying, to choose the right words, to find a flowing unbroken way of speaking and expressing what you are thinking, and yet on the other hand it is so much easier to be misunderstood through the written. Most of the time it is because you need to work harder at making complete sentences, when you are speaking face to face with someone you can trail off leaving your sentence hanging in the air and finish it by an expressive shrug and the person you are talking to understands by what you are saying with your eyes or your facial expression rather than the words that come from your lips. Or when you are trying to express sympathy, it’s so easy in real life to show how you are feeling by giving the person a hug. Perhaps that is why I like writing so much, there’s no real easy way out; you have to express yourself through words rather than body language. And the beauty of words is you can make them mean so much, I know I’ve talked about this before but it’s something I’ve really been thinking about. Words can hurt someone so much, I know I’ve been more hurt by words than anything else; words that were unintentionally hurtful, carless words that hurt so much, words can bring so much joy also though. Simply by talking about a memory that you shared with someone you can indicate that you love that memory, that the friend is someone special to you, someone you love spending time with.
From the kitchen…some baked good sounds good for today! Some warm cookie or bread! But where to find the time I don’t know! Perhaps tomorrow…
I’m creating…so many things! I have the plot for a new story bobbing and bouncing back and forth in my head and I’m working on knitting my first sweater, a little sweater for Ella! Oh I love knitting! I love that I can knit away with my hands and flout away with my head, letting my thoughts wander. Knitting really is such a nice thing to do while one is thinking, and there are always so many things just to think about, aren’t there? And I just finished drawing a new picture of a girl and a bird with words and music and lavender flouting all around them…I was rather proud of it. I spent a long time working on the small details and the shading.
Around the house…what I would like the best, the very best today is to crawl away into my bed and take a nap. Then perhaps have coffee. I’m just so sleepy today! I feel like I could lay down and like ‘Sleeping Beauty’ sleep and sleep for a hundred years.
One of my favorite things…When you are just about to go to sleep, it’s been such a full, such a very full day and you stretch out under your covers and know you can lay there for the entire night listening to the fan whir and watching your curtains blow in and out and all about.
A picture thought I’m sharing…
