active rest

Hello out there, world! 

A few updates...

It's been the rainiest last few weeks EVER. I mean, seriously. The sun will be shining and you'll be lulled into this sense that maybe we'll get to bask ourselves in that sweet, sweet warmth. But no. The clouds gather and it'll deluge. Again. I feel very Jane Austen-esque talking about the weather this way. It's not like rainy, muddy roads will impede my carriage travel to Netherfield. 

School's out for the summer! Leisurely mornings, guilt-free late nights of Netflix-watching, and allowing myself to dream whilst sitting on the futon (ahem, like right now). One of the most frequently asked question is, "so, what're you going to do this summer?" My response, "this" or "living and loving life". It's pretty uncomplicated. I'm hoping for something called "active rest". I will not be working/making money, but I don't want it to be 2 1/2 months of slothful inactivity. 

Active rest = intentional restoration and being able to carve out time to reflect, write, draw, meet with friends, be quiet, read, exercise, sleep, clean, organize, run errands, talk on the phone, pay bills, emote, etc.

So, I think that's it for now. There are a few more things swimming around in my head, but I'll leave it with this quote that I want to ponder: "Abba, I belong to You".  It's from Brennan Manning's book The Furious Longing of God. Each morning, what if I repeated this to myself? Abba, I belong to You.

more writing, more soul-digging

A new year, a new blog post. Can you believe I've been (intermittently) writing in this blog since 2009? SEVEN YEARS. That's essentially my whole adult life thus far.

I was chatting last night about how much I enjoy writing. At one point, I had such aspirations to become a writer and create worlds of fiction for others to enjoy. It's usually a word, a phrase, a feeling that inspires me. It can be the opening line that is the secret catalyst. 

"She opened her eyes beneath a wreath of tangled hair." 

Sounds interesting, right? I love those clinchers. They hook you in. Unfortunately, my endurance runs its course and the number of stories I've begun and not finished is... a lot. 

I want to write more this year. Maybe I need to do some research, soul-digging, starting writing even if it means I don't have a good ending. I enjoy the process of creating a picture with words. It's art.