i am sorting buttons by color.
i am sorting flowers by color.
i am sorting cardstock by color.
i am sorting many things.
organizing.
productivity.
simplifying.
consistency.
these are my everest, my k2, my mckinley, my kilimanjaro.
i've been buried under a mountain of supplies, working slowly and steadily toward a more organized, productive, simplified, and consistent environment. i've accomplished it completely in theory in our main living spaces, and have felt the benefits of peace ripple through my family. i don't know how well i will be able to accomplish it in my creative space; part of me wonders if there is a line between organized and creative--some kind of funky border between two metaphysical realms that just cannot be reconciled. does too much organization squash the creative spirit? will too much chaos send me running to the hills in maniac disarray? lol. balance. i think its just all about balance.
so many things in life, i find, can be soothed by balance.
so many things in my life, i find, are a pendulum.
if you're reading this, you can consider yourself either very lucky or very annoyed, that you have stumbled upon one of my late night ramblings. though, truthfully, it is morning. i just haven't gone to sleep yet. my apologies, in any case. usually this babble is sifted and funneled into prose in my journal, but tonite my fingers are restless, and so off to the Qwerty races it is... ;)
i've been having a great relationship with my iPod these days. just discovered the many wonders of podcasts, yes i did. (get with it, tia!, you scoff) podcasts, audiobooks, great music, and a video or two for good measure: combine those ingredients with the wonderousness of technology, and you've got yourself a recipe for Cable's Last Stand. (that is, until all those shows the writers have been furiously cranking out start to trickle into the evening lineup, and i'm just a sucker for a new Lost or Discovery Channel Docudrama...) i've been tuning in to oprah's chats with about ekhart tolle's book a new earth (what are the odds that she'll ever let him get in more than 20 words at a time?) and love the bits i'm picking up therein.
who said spring was here?
who said that? who taunted me thus? who embedded said false hope? who thought it would EVER snow this time in the season? not i, said the fly. not i.
really.
it was beautiful at moments.....moments.....but i am perplexed, really. wouldn't you know, i bought a flat of blooming ranunculus plants only days before the flurries blew in? of course. i am crossing my fingers and toes that they survive.
oh! i think the paint is finally dry on the layout i'm working on...
i can finish the journaling...yay!
want a peek?
it's supposed to be a secret....
shhhhh......
you didn't see anything