Leavin!

Oh.my.god.
This picture actually stirs me up right now.
I feel weird saying this to other people, though here I am saying it in open air, but I seriously just ache for this again.
And I don't know why. It's something I just feel.  I feel like something is missing without the mountains.

Which is weird, because I was without it for most of my life. I'd never experienced it before high school. Not even a little.

And holy cow, I am excited to see Shannon and the baby and to just travel in general, and the road trip will be fun. And maybe it's wrong to say this, but the very FIRST thing that makes my heart leap into my throat about this trip (in a good way) is that I'm going back THERE.  That I can wake up and see THAT.  Just be around it.  I dunno. It's power and it's time and it's massive. It's the actual meaning of awesome.

I miss being around something that infinite and impossible every day.

This week should be amazing. We're gonna take the baby to the zoo, I'll try and sneak out to hike when I can...get to cook for my sister and babysit so they can have a date night... It should be excellent.

I hit that point tonight where I got cold feet and didn't want to go. I always do. I was all "but like, what if it's uncomfortable sleeping? What if things are weird? What if I'm...yeah. Totally crazy. :) I like to travel. I like to explore. I like to hang out with my sister, and I like her husband.  I miss having dogs so it'll be great to goof off with her two.  The weather should at least not be SNOWY, I hope.  Holy cow, it'll be great.

Now to just get there.
A brave new world!

happy

This picture makes me happy.  Salvador Dali makes me happy, too. I guess it's because he was so...out there, but he was smart.  He did something with his life, but he always had a sense of humor.  And obviously, he knew how to just enjoy life.
He had his own perspective, and nobody else was like him.  And he obviously didn't care if he was too old to jump rope... dammit he'd do what he wanted.
I admire that.

Tonight

Tonight I want to go help with a family ranch. Back in New Mexico, out in the wide open.  Work alongside one of the sweetest, kindest men I have ever met and set up a little homestead and never look back.

How can you go wrong with that? I'd have chickens and gardens full of veggies and I'd be helping keep something alive. Live off the land if you can and forget about the suburbs and the rat race. Take what the land gives you, live among friends and people you love dearly, wake up with the mountains surrounding you watching the storms roll in for miles.

Yeah, it sounds really, really good.
Pack me some bags.

So this isn't my picture, but it does crack me up. :)
I'll probably post something else a bit later, but wanted to wave at the general universe. :)
Went to a St. Patrick's Day breakfast within walking distance of my house today.  It was rowdy, but fun. Met some fun folks, had scrambled eggs with corned beef and cabbage in em (seriously. it was weird, but good), potatoes and some craft beers at the brewery.

I also sang. On air. Those of you who know me well will know that's...unlikely to have ever happened. I mostly loudly read off a sheet of paper torn from the wall.  We won sweatshirts that said Chi-rish, which I love, even though it's huge.  have tons of beads, and Duco Buttafuoco from 95 WIIL rock dyed my hair neon green.

It was definitely good times.
I'm about to go wrap up my soda bread and check on the corned beef and cabbage. :)
And probably nap.
zzz.
Totally going to Wind Ensemble with green hair. :p

If not here, where?

Took a walk through a cemetery a few days back. There's something about it that's peaceful to me, and while that doesn't immediately make sense...it's just how I feel about it.

Took my camera with, intending to find the grave of the exiled prince that's buried in Libertyville.  I didn't find that in this cemetery, but I found myself looking at the old graves.  Some of the people were buried there in the 1860s.  What strikes me more than the big ornate obelisks and the perfectly carved angels are the graves that are almost covered up or nearly erased with age.  I've always been one to uncover what I can. I like to think of it as making sure someone reads their names.

I think it's the simple things that strike me the most sometimes. Like this. This is all that stone said. Father.
And in some respects, what else can you say when you lose someone that close to you? What's left?  And who is it for?  I was alone in the cemetery for a while but then someone came to lay down flowers at a grave. She just stood with her head lowered quietly after the flowers were placed. She knew the spot, and she knew what the person buried there had meant to her, and that was all that mattered.  Her and that space on that day, remembering.

I guess that's something that I wish I had sometimes. I don't have a place like that I can just go.  And sometimes I really wish that I did.  It's what makes me want to go to Fort Collins and spend a while. Whether you believe there's anything beyond bones there or not, it's more about remembering than anything else. Shared space and remembering.  I don't want to miss that shared space forever.

Honk!

Here's the scoop, poop. 

I decided to table the project I was doing because I actually think it's making me want to post LESS. Especially on days when I know the project and it's not one that I particularly feel connected to.

I take a lot of pictures and I feel like stuff comes from that a lot more naturally. So...I'll use it if I get stuck, but for now...I'm gonna do what I feel like doing. 

I love this guy.

He was mid-honk when I took this picture.  Went out to Butler Lake on the bike yesterday to see what was out there to see.  The Canadian geese are hopping around on the ice but hopefully won't be able to do so much longer. I'm definitely awaiting spring.  Not patiently. 

I really cannot wait til everything is green again. There's only so much brown and cold you can take in a year. 

So here's my happy homage to the fun little geese.   Later, perhaps, something more substancey. But honestly, they were fun to observe.

He has a girlfriend :P

and a good strut.

                                            This was his posse. :) 

anyway, today, I felt like a silly goose. :P  So I figured I'd just share my adventures with the Canuckies.

I am liking this photo a day thing my way.  I think it'll be more interesting.

Another Day Another Hard Post in the Project...

 Day 14 - Picture of someone you could never imagine your life without Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die Day 16 - Someone you would want to switch lives w/ for one day and why Day 17 - Your favorite song Day 18 - Picture of your biggest insecurity Day 19 - A picture of someone you miss Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel Day 21 - A picture of something that makes you happy Day 22 - A picture that confuses you Day 23 - Something you crave for a lot Day 24- A picture of yourself and a family member Day 25 - Picture of yourself and a family member Day 26 - A picture of something that means alot to you. Day 27 - A picture of something your afraid of Day 28 - A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then? Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile Day 30 - Who are you?

There should honestly be about fourteen pictures here.  My closest friends and my family.  I couldn't choose 

just one, honestly. So...if you're Patty, Bill, Cherie, Ben, Lewis, Erika, Stephen, 

Pastor Lynn, Dawn, Renee, or....

Mary, Tom, Connie, Dan, Dan, Laura, Mary, Grandma (oh so very grandma), Mom, Shannon, Brendan, all 

the rest of the crew.... can't live without you. :)