I'm having the same problem in my own blog, Jen. Sorry.

The scoop. I start my new job tomorrow and am worried about the canadian rule of no vacation days during your first year of employment. I worry that all I will be doing is workworkwork and not see the country I came to live.
But I am also excited to be going back to a routine. To challenge myself and to be in the opportunity to learn new things and meet new people.
Life is full of contradictions, I am one of them. Other than that, I try to be brave and reading your entries helps. So thank you for that.

i'm having the same problem except that it's been going on for way too long...now I might be able to spill here though....feeling trapped these days...really need to get out of my head, out of my world....praying for a miracle to take me away ...somewhere i can sit on the beach and not think about anything!

just finished "House" by Danille Steele. Its a litttle different from my usual read of Grisham or Patterson but enjoyable. Go see "Little Miss Sunshine" its a hoot. Mommykins told me to see it so Patty & i went laborday to see it and it's a buyer. i think that the weather there is propably beginning to nip up and that's good as i sit here in yet another 100% day. oh but its a dry heat...........some new shows started this week on the tube and we watched one about two people that are negosiaters pretty good. love to my goose PinAz

Hi. I've been reading your blog forever it seems, and this is my first post ever!

I'm on vacation, in Philly until tomorrow, after spending 6 days in the Adirondacks. Will sail the Chesapeake until friday and then fly back home to california on saturday... Interestingly, I could go home today, even though I am hear primarily to visit my Beloved who is traveling for a year. Missed him, but still long for the comfort of my home, my colors, my cat and my pacific ocean breeze.

Rambling...

I love your images, your bravery, and the space you create for yourself and others to just spill.

Have a gloriously simple and easy day!
e

Hi. I've been reading your blog forever it seems, and this is my first post ever!

I'm on vacation, in Philly until tomorrow, after spending 6 days in the Adirondacks. Will sail the Chesapeake until friday and then fly back home to california on saturday... Interestingly, I could go home today, even though I am hear primarily to visit my Beloved who is traveling for a year. Missed him, but still long for the comfort of my home, my colors, my cat and my pacific ocean breeze.

Rambling...

I love your images, your bravery, and the space you create for yourself and others to just spill.

Have a gloriously simple and easy day!
e

Hey Jen,

It happened Sunday. We had a bit of a barn-raising in Grayslake. Our friends house got hit by lightening and caught fire. Their insurance had lapsed, the fire department took about an hour to start putting it out, and they were left fairly homeless.

The glory in it all is that they have a wide net of a caring community who dropped everything and put a roof back over their heads, literally. About 40 people a day, for the three day weekend, tore off the old roof and ceiling, ripped out all the drywall and insulation, and then built a new roof from scratch. At mealtimes, some of the women brought out huge plates of food, people prayed in a giant circle, and we all marveled at how God even uses lightening and missed insurance payments to bring himself glory. I was only there on Sunday, but it was definately the best day of my weekend, a lot better than the barbeque.

I long for your stuff every day.

Rocco

Go see Half Nelson in the movie theater.

Your picture, Concentration is concentration on one of the most important things in life --- BUBBLES! When I was in first grade, Carolyn Majors taught me how to blow bubbles with my hands and soap in the girl's room of James Madison Elemntary School. I was raising my hand for the bathroom all the time. To this day, I still blow bubbles when I wash my hands. I am a baby boomer, so you know it has been a long time. Saying baby boomer makes me feel cool. Saying 60 makes me feel out of touch!

I miss my second grader. It's not that I don't have anything to do. I taught 2 injury prevention classes, a Step class, a LIFT class and a Water class. I'm exhausted in a good way, but now it's 2:15 and I think school should be done. I don't think I would get alot of support for this, but I think school is TOO long. I miss my son.

Yeah. I don't even have an empty bucket, yet. More like am empty, discarded coffee cup that's been run over by a car or something. . .

LOVE your site (thanks Sus) first time posting.

skipped yoga tonight and too pooped to cook. but today a butterfly fluttered by.

I am thrilled to be reading diamante poems written by my eighth grade students...teenagers are pretty deep, after all. And Micah is sick with a virus. I hate it when he doesn't feel good. I just want to "make it all better". And I think empty days are vital...sometimes our brains and souls need a break.

ugODDD, do i relate.
thhhhpppppppp.
yeah.
I long for deeper CALM & soft, too~much~giggling & MOVEMent & Trusting & a sense of being ENough*
but, I just feel haze & waiting.
I feel like I'm POURing mySELF OUT/so much energy going OUTwards & NoT getting filled back UP easily.
Sick of fantasies!!!
I want the REAL THING!!!!!
gah.

My 80 year-old neighbor delivered my morning newspaper to my door. A random act of kindness is a good way to start the day.

One my first day back at school, one of my students from last year (who I was convinced hated me), flew across the parking lot to give me a gigantic hug and warm smile. The good feeling lasted all day.

My mush-ball kitty greeted me at the door when I walked in...even after being away since early morning. Truly unconditional love.

These may seem like just itty-bitty things. They're not though. I wonder what it'd be like if each person did just one itty-bitty thing like these for someone else each day.

I'll be watching paint dry for excitement this weekend so I won't be able to take over for the day. How about next week?

this is an achingly beautiful picture...

I want to make bubbles too, but maybe I'll go and bounce, with my children, on the trampoline.

I spent all night at a lung procurement/transplantation. Life is incredibly sad and amazing at once. Even just being.

i miss my bubble buddy! :(

hope you're having a good day today!
love ya!
me!

pss...my morning ~ i've drop'd paigey off at school (in the pj's), did my starbuck's run (in my pj's), got gas (in my pj's), pulled weeds in my front yard (in my pj's) and now i'm going to snuggle w/my pillows, blanket & lily. what happened to my life? it's another pj kind of day!

ps...just a thought, is "popeye" one of us...just curious?

"the only difference between a rant and a prayer is the position of delivery"

I heard that on the local university student radio today and it has been stuck somewhere between a slow simmer and gentle tumbling boil in my head.

Me , Starbucks outside on a beautiful sunday morning street corner, people with dogs walking about after sleeping in, families wearing there favorite jersies for the first day of football season, and me reading the sunday paper with my toes in the air feeling the cool breese. It feels good to be alive and have sweet quiet moments. Those are the things that make me feel better when my life is not a reflection of my desires, yet its all a part of the plan and I can let go in that trust. Live , Breath, Let go. I dont have to worry so much. This is my challenge and I will embrace it.
Abby