What I learned from the roo

Earlier this year I committed to say yes more this year....due to missed opportunities, stagnant curiousity and my stirring restlessness in the same.
It continues to be incredibly hard for me to do......its almost like a speciality Tourettes syndrome-no, no, no. So when an opportunity to do something I WOULD NEVER DO came up over the weekend I tried to regain my footing.... perhaps there have been no major changes because I haven't stepped out of my box.
So I went to bonnaroo...a music fest here in little tennessee.... very hippie scene for those that don't know- spoken word mikes, music 24/7, hemp, flip flops galore, jam fest, body odor, brotherly love, porta potty's- Most of which I was resistant to...But because I have a GREAT friend that challenges me to be more in several ways...I braided my hair, packed extra deodorant, wore a long hippie dress and headed out. What I found when I got there was (almost)worth the three trips to a porta-potty:

Few things influence people as much as music. Some people just don't like clothes and prefer paint. Free drinks are great. The brain/memory power behind over 80,000 people knowing the lyrics to every song is ridiculous....and should be fostered into something. Being outdoors is amazing. A hammock outdoors is heaven. What some would see as a farm others see as a HUGE moneymaker. Hippies are usually nice. There are all kinds of interesting people out there-meet some. Sani-wipes saved my life. Sometimes a simple guitar and great lyrics are all you need. There are times when being herded like cows is ok...and sometimes not.

Most importantly, I have an appreciation for friends, even more respect for artists, a love of community, and a blister from my flip-flops....just because I said yes.

Wait and See

Admittedly, I am a seasoned waiter.

I've been waiting to be inspired to write another blog (therefore the 2 month delay)- a flaw that shows up all too much in my life; waiting to buy til its better, waiting to open up when its easier, waiting to decide til there's a sign....

We all spend time waiting- a lot of it explainable- waiting for our name to be called, waiting on our food to cook;) , waiting on the plane to land. There are times though when we dance between waiting and avoiding; we wait for it to get better or worse, we wait for a better job, for the weather to get better, for prices to go down and I wonder how many months and years accumulate in this time of inaction...As it has been said, waiting is an action- its choosing to do nothing.

Today I was not inspired but I thought I would simply choose to do more...and stop waiting so much. Patience still dances around somewhere between the waiting and I'm not sure exactly how to know when I'm being inactive and when I'm learning patience ...guess I'll just have to wait to find out. ;)

The opposite of talking isn't listening. The opposite of talking is waiting. Fran Lebowitz

For a nation which has an almost evil reputation for bustle, bustle, bustle, and rush, rush, rush, we spend an enormous amount of time standing around in line in front of windows, just waiting. Robert Benchley

Introduction : (I'm old school)

I never thought I'd write a blog. I thought it was for people who just couldn't get enough of themselves and no one would listen to them anymore.
So...either I have grown up and seen a new perspective or I am one of those people that love myself too much....I'm avoiding answering that.

I have weak ankles, a critical spirit, poor balance, an imperfect heart, and my father's eyes. All of which contribute to my general tendency to stumble...
Thankfully I believe in grace and mercy, ace bandages and contacts so I manage to keep going. Along the way I've met lovely and amazing people, seen crazy beautiful things and had many a perfectly ordinary meal.

What you will find here are rather curious observations, an occasional rant and the truth of a girl that sometimes falls down.