A time to walk

Sipping some Golden Tip Yunnan and lamenting the end of the weekend. On the bright side, I am leaving for New Jersey on Thursday so that is mildly exciting. I have never been that far east (sad, I know) and although most of my time will be spent at an exposition center, it is still something. It holds lots of potential: customers, mostly.

I started a new book on the drive back from Milwaukee: so far so good. It is called The Lost Art of Walking by Geoff Nicholson. More on this later - I have always been a lover of walks, especially as a way to get to know a place and a way to relive a place over and over and over. Currently, it is too late and too dark to go for a walk (although the full moon is stunning tonight) but the calendar is only two and a half weeks from SPRING and the snow is melting off. There's nothing like a good thaw. And spring is a wonderful time to walk.

Totals for a half day

White lies told today: 2

Times I thought about you: 236

Phone conversations: 3 and counting

Hours at work: 4

Dollars spent: $40

Experiments: 1

Gradation

I have been writing a lot lately, and it feels great.

A couple weekend trips are in my future - I love roadtrips and lift offs.

I am trying to appreciate each day and bring some new light to this dark season.

These are a few of my favorite things.

Martha's House by Edith Kunhardt. I checked this book out so often as a child that when we moved away, the librarian let me keep it.

Paul, you used to be 100 feet tall. Babe, you always made me laugh.

Princess Cafe, Iowa Falls, IA. I remember mirrors, gumball machines, and my family.

Dear Anxiety,

THE WORLD IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE. RELAX.

Love, Sarah

Warmth and Want

Hello again, it's been awhile.

I have retreated into routine these past few weeks: working, relaxing at home, sleeping, repeat. It is altogether rewarding and altogether ordinary. I love going to work every day and I love what I have to come home to. It has been a time of transition and even though it hasn't all been easy, I am learning to fit into this new mold.

I do, I do

It was about the time
the snow fell
and the bed was left unmade
for days and days
that we met in this new place
of unrest, equipped with weather
reports and alarm clocks.
Love, informed by instability,
rose to greet us
responding with warmth and want.