Cornered

Rooms feel bigger lately, perhaps they are growing (or maybe I'm shrinking)

Church is one of the only places where people actually sit still, even if they're not listening

Let's build an empire and I'll write words that will grow from the ground

Life is split
like a line discovering cor-
ners

Identify, check-out

I feel obligated to write something today.

The past two days I've been running around changing all of my documents to my new name. License, passport, social security card, check card, credit card... It's all very annoying. I find it strange and slightly creepy that we are required to have so many forms of identification! Proof of citizenship, proof of this and that, proof that you actually DID get married, etc.

I did, however, get a library card today which I am pretty excited about. In an effort to save money, Rick and I decided we are going to try very hard to stop buying books and instead check them out from our local library. I like this idea, but I also really really like to buy books. In fact, I LOVE everything about buying, reading, and organizing books on shelves. Since most of our stuff is in storage at this point anyway, I think this new system will work out fine for now. I just have to get out of the habit of coveting books I can't keep...

rivers and wind

Mississippi Headwaters

Peace Pipe Vista, Itasca State Park

9.24.09

The honeymoon is almost over and the wind is catching the lake as if through a net, dragging it somewhere from the east down toward the shores of our property. Kabekona is not a big lake, but it has been known to claim small fishing boats, rafts full of air, and unsuspecting beach balls left behind in the excited flutter of small children. Tops of trees blink in the wind like light even though the sky is overcast. The leaves blush beside the new death of flower heads and yellowing ferns, oblivious to the squirrel chatter and the directionless, piercing loon cries. I rarely see September in the woods, but I like how honest it is, how it embraces the prospect of winter without letting summer slip too far too fast.

so far

I am home again: married, honeymooned, moved in, and so far I am without complaints.

More tomorrow, it's late.

a small victory

In the midst of everything that is going on, I managed to write most of a poem last night. I consider that a small victory. Granted, it was inspired by a swarm of gnats and a walk in the park from a couple weeks ago, but nonetheless, it's almost finished. I hope my creative energy keeps recharging itself over the next week and a half. I always write when I am at the cabin and it will be a good excercise for me to have such a quiet, limitless environment to work.

Currently sitting in the shade on a side street waiting for 1:00 o'clock to roll around. I ran some errands this morning and officially moved out of Caitlin's apartment (sad face). My car is full of bedding, wrapping paper, and my suitcase. Won't it be nice when I can stop bouncing around and have a place to call home?

Countdown

Two more days of work, three more days until the rehearsal, four more days until THE DAY, five more days until gifts and pizza, six days until we're at the cabin away from it all.

Right now I'm so overwhelmed with details and worrying about everything going right that I am most excited for our week up north. However, I know that once I get to put on the dress and experience all the love that is about to hit downtown St. Paul, I will be overjoyed!

ONE WEEK.