Despite a recent wave of sixty degree weather, we’re still in a post winter, pre-spring zone here on the seacoast. Yesterday morning, after poking in to Tj’s parents’ to use their coffee maker (and pat a certain lovely black lab), I ventured down to the river to snap some photos. When we return from vacation, I imagine the spring cleaning urge will hit us; flowers will be in full bloom. Until then, I am enjoying the melt, and the unearthing of treasures buried under snowfall.
It snowed, today, briefly and after a cold, hard rain, and I am currently bundled up in an old LL Bean sweater and a fleece. In approximately 48 hours, I will be barefoot on warm, white sand. Still trying to wrap my brain around that one.
Happy weekend. This week has been all over the place. I need this adventure to sunshine more than ever. Thanks to everyone who has left kind thoughts here, and on twitter (and in real life!). It really does mean a great deal to me. ♥
This is the third installment. I am listing one hundred things I am thankful for.
- grey cats (specifically Gumdrop and Johnathan Boomerang Densmore)
- ordering delivery food over the internet
- Timothy’s parents
- being barefoot
- the future (my own, mostly)
- my former boyfriends
- non-petroleum lip balm
- cedar trees
- my trip to China
Today I am sticking with a shortened segment of the list, if only because I am a bit worn down. I received my enrollment decision for the graduate program I applied to. The result was… disappointing. I put all my eggs into one very narrow (highly competitive) basket. I am letting myself feel it for a couple days, and fighting the urge not to be disappointed in myself. I have some ideas I would like to explore. There are options. ♥
I am continuing with my list of one hundred things I am thankful for, started here.
- stones found on shorelines and river banks
- friends who understand and respect my infrequent communication
- the afghan crocheted by my grandmother
- public radio and television
- the internet
- the library at UVM 2006-2009
- the printmaking class I took at MassArt
- chalkboards in restrooms
- my eyes
- the tortoise
- Young Playwrights
- Timothy’s hands (they are beautiful)
- glass sun catchers
- growing up pre-cellphone
- my high school art teacher
- pierced ears
- rose quartz
To be continued.
I am listing one hundred things I am thankful for. These are one hundred things that make me feel happy, safe, loved (and loving), inspired. They are everywhere, everything.
Spring is a time for remembrance and renewal. I’ve always found that a little difficult. I tend to dwell, and only on the negative, especially when it comes to myself, my own personal failings. I want to be refreshed, but I want to stay grounded. I am slowly learning that those desires are not necessarily contradictory. This is a season for development. Positive thinking.
Part one, numbers one through twenty-five.
I am a list-maker.
- my first dog, a loyal and heroic golden retriever named Taffy
- false memories
- warm toes
- the ocean
- clean drinking water
- mourning doves
- my father
- my mother
- Vermont and Vermonters
- the house I grew up in
- the girls I grew up with
- giant trees
- my right to choose
- summer thunderstorms
- a stable, healthy relationship with the man I love
- comfortable silence
- books, the ability and freedom to read them
- my older brother
To be continued.
My father’s painting remains unfinished. I refuse to rush through something so precious, so replacement gifts have been found.
Timothy will be home for the rest of the holiday. My heart is bursting.
On Saturday night we drive to Vermont to visit my family.
My bed is made.
I am finally reading through the Harry Potter books.
Thanks for stopping by. My name is Naomi, and this space is made of girldust. This blog is a picture of my comfortably scattered life on the coast of Maine. I'm trying to be a slightly better version of myself every day. I like old houses, reading, the ocean, ghost stories, and museums. You can learn a little bit more about me here.