brain soup

I've laid low because I haven't had much to say since Sunday - too much whirling in my brain. Yesterday was emotional and swirled together a myriad of camp stew makings. When spirits are so low, we are filled with such hope and dreams...but the practical nature that I have and my experience in government reminds me the road to recovery is quite long. And, I hope that we can keep this surge of hope, expectancy and pride going during the upcoming tough times.

One of the informal resolutions I've made for the new year is not to buy take out food, except on the rare occasions that I'm out in a group or something like that. My friends all teased me in the past because I would always call from the take out line at the fast food restuarant of the day. I got lazy because I was complacent. Not that I can't cook - it just got easy and boring when I was only cooking for myself. Well, now I have all the time in the world to cook....and, I've rediscovered that I love it. Today I made a lovely pot of soup (summer corn, potato and ham chowder). It's warm and comforting when faced with the cold, brisk weather outside.

Today I ran errands - I like errands these days as they give me a sense of purpose. I packaged DVDs and chatted with the ladies in the post office about our favorite television shows while she weighed and stamped my packages. They're being sent parcel post, which I think loosely translates to pony express second week mail. Except for the one going to Atlanta. It's cheaper to go first class for some reason there.

The scan is one that I did a couple of years ago when someone asked me to write seven works about "me". The final word, "peace", is constant treasure that I search for, then and now. It always seems to me that as hard as we struggle - objects are placed in our path. Just when you think you have smooth sailing, well then the rock falls again. Some of the rocks we place in our own path and some are discoveries. All are lessons. I keep repeating "what doesn't kill me makes me stronger." It also makes me neurotic, impatient, anxious, and spastic at times - to the point that I randomly blurt out loud words at myself while trying to move stacks that keep falling over. But, it is also making me frugal, thrifty, adventurous, giving and thankful. So, an even trade-off.


PS - My friend, Leaca, finished her interview! Click on her name to follow to her answers.