i’m sorry

shut up.  i know i haven’t written in a long time.  too much life to try and cram into a blog post.  someday soon you’ll know where i am, but for now, keep on imagining…

 

love.

something new and exciting

i don’t even know who reads this anymore.  to be honest, i haven’t logged in in months, so i won’t hold it against any of my formerly dedicated readers (not that i had any to begin with…) who couldn’t stick it out through my dry spell – i can’t expect you all to wait for me, you have to move on, grow up.

oh well. i guess a one-sided conversation is better than no conversation at all, right? and with that being said, let the conversation begin…

a few months ago, i came to the realization that i wasn’t motivated to write anymore. no longer was i trekking through europe or costa rica, nor was i experiencing any life altering challenges such as moving or wild fires. simply put, my life was normal, calm, boring; and i was okay with that.  life was/is good, and easy, so why complain? however, i need to write.  i may not be a writer, per se, but in the last few years, i have come to realize how much writing encourages my thought process and more than that, i discovered that i really enjoyed it! so, thanks to a subliminal suggestion from my friend michele, i bought a box, an autobiography box.

the autobiography box is for those writers seeking a direction, or guideline, to lead them along on their author’s journey.  each box is full of a hundred or so (maybe more) cards, all of which, have a small writing activity on them.  it’s purpose is to encourage the writer to step outside the confines of the standard autobiography – a timeline of one’s life – and, in the stead of said timeline, make more of an effort on bringing out individual aspects/events/characteristics of one’s life, which in the end, will produce a much more creative and interesting piece of writing, something that others might even want to read.

this having been said, i am now embarking on new and exciting journey, with my box.  my plan is to perform one writing activity per day, and go from there.  i am both excited and a bit frightful of what the end results might be; for, it is more often the case than not, that my faults are portrayed in my writings and my triumphs left unmentioned.  however, i am encouraged by the fact that i will not be doing this alone.  you will be with me, whoever’s out there reading this, the whole time.  i cannot make promises for daily posts and updates, but i give my word that you will not be left in the dark as i travel, once again, down the writer’s path.  i am looking forward to this adventure, and i hope you are as well.  peace be the journey, and here we go!

Easter Bees and Jambalaya

…And as we were eating, filling our stomachs with a sort of Resurrection Jambalaya, the swarm approached.  Have you ever seen a swarm of bees?  It could quite possibly be one of the most impressive displays power in numbers  ever witnessed on this Earth.  Suddenly the yard on the side of the house and the ravine behind were filled with a thickness of yellow and black – worker bees, no doubt, on a mission to find a new hive.  Thousands upon thousands, they came, swirling in the air around the trees and the house.  As visions of swollen bee stings passed through my head -memories of pain, and throbbing – I couldn’t help but feel somewhat relaxed in the awesome presence of my swarn insect enemy.  Despite the evident discord of their frantic flight patterns through the air, there was something soothing about the whole experience.  I felt the humm and buzz of a thousand bees resonate inside of me.  I could hear them and feel them.  It was as if they were communicating with me.  My pulse dropped, and I calmly stood there watched as the bees became one body, moving together in an almost synchronized motion, like a school of fish or a cloud of smoke.  Then slowly, the buzzing died down, and the humming ceased, and just as quickly as they had come, the swarm of bees disappeared into the trees and the flowers of the world around my house.  And they were gone.

So, with the thrill of the swarm now behind us, we picked up our guitars and mandolins, our plates and glasses, and continued with the days festivities.  For there is nothing that brings a family together like Easter, bees – Easter Bees – and Jamabalaya.  He is risen, indeed.  Alleluia!