Media Fasting, or, How to Slowly Kill My Addicted-to-the-Internet Self

Just a heads up, I'm going to be away from the computer this week.

I know that will leave a huge hole in your life, but deal with it the best you can.

I'll miss you. Hope you can say the same for me.

The Color Wheel--Remix, of sorts.

My version of the color wheel using painted paper and scrapbooking sheets

A Little Bit of Art. Emphasis on the Little.

I excitedly signed up for Tracy's artful class.



Then life sorta took over.



I've been a pitiful student.



But I did do this:

Maybe I can work on "arting" this weekend.

St.Simons: Part III

Christ Church...the result of John and Charles Wesley's ministry

an impromptu portrait session...

...the heavens declare the glory of God...

...discarded beauty

gate to one of the cemetery plots at Christ Church...

St. Simons: sanctuary

St. Simons...Part II

Drop of innocence...

Beautiful patina... gauzy moss...

sprawling liveoaks

Sheltered...

Scenes from St. Simons...Part I

Study of a gnarly tree. Cypress?

One of the many old, old, sweeping, spreading live oaks.

More to come...

Looky What I Did!

So, you know we're in St. Simons, Ga this weekend.

Well, we were driving around yesterday and discovered that there would be a 5k race this morning--"I love the BEACH, 5k to increase organ donor awareness."

I've never run a 5k race before. Didn't have time for jitters. Went to the motel, went to bed, got up and went and ran the race. It was on the beach which was packed pretty well, except in a couple of spots. It started raining a little at the end. It went much more easily than I anticipated.

And....

more importantly...
I FINISHED!!!

A Little Piece of Quiet...

Ah, this weekend will be the prize for enduring the mid winter blahs.

We are going to St. Simons, GA. My favorite place on the planet. St. Simons is part of the Golden Isles off the coast of Georgia. I discovered it when my husband took me there on our first anniversary/honeymoon. It was love at first sight. We stayed at Epworth by the Sea and were so charmed by the loveliness and peace of the area that we stay there everytime we visit.

One of my clients will be married this weekend at the prayer chapel at Epworth. I jokingly told her that if she would get me a room, I'd do her hair and makeup for her wedding. *grin* Sometimes I'm just shameless. But I'm going to St. Simons now, aren't I?

My girl is excited about going to the beach. Never mind that the water is probably frigid. I think she'll be happy just to look at it and frolic in the sand.

We'll have breakfast every morning at the Sandcastle (they don't have a website, but they do have the best breakfast on the island in my opinion...but considering I've never tried anyone else, I could be a bit biased about that.) We'll drive around exploring, visiting old favorite places, discovering new ones. Mourning the commercialism that is seeping in. We'll drowse in the island sun and rest in the shade of the multitude of sprawling live oaks.

I'm looking foward to the relaxation that falls upon me like a mantle as we drive across the causeway onto the island.

I take a deep breath...and feel I'm home.

In the Mood. Not.

I just don't have it going on right now.

I'm moody and maybe even a little sullen. I'm having a hard time blogging about anything right now.

Just not in the mood.

Don't worry, I'll be back shortly.

Watch It. I'm Out There.

I just want to put you on alert.

If I ever become effecient, the world better watch out.

As it stands now, I'm likely to put the bill invoice in the envelope, seal it, then turn it over and see that it's in backwards and no address is showing. After writing out the check, I put away the pen and then realize I need to address the envelope.

Yeah, I'm no threat right now, but just wait.

One day when you least expect it...

Expect it. I too, will become energy effecient.

They Didn't Cover This in Pre-Birth Classes

Never mind I didn't take those classes to begin with. I delivered her just fine, thank you. Something about my body being naturally equipped to do these things. (As long as "naturally" includes a hefty dose of epidural, I'm all over it.) Except I don't do much of anything naturally. Not even my hair. Especially not my hair.

But they don't tell you --in the hospital, as delivery is imminent--that you will be delivering your child for the rest of life. You will deliver her into the hands of others over and over. Last summer I delivered her into the hands of a preschool staff. With much fear and trembling. And I paid dearly for the privilege. And I continue to write that check every month.

We began the delivery process again last night as we took her to kindergarten registration. There was less hand wringing on my part this time, watching her thrive in preschool has lessened the anxiety in that regard, but my heart filled and threatened to spill out through my eyes as I looked around at the classroom and realized...my girl is growing up. So fast. Kindergarten. Real, unadulterated school. There's no turning back now. No vestige of babiness left. I have a little girl who is blurring the line between little and big at an alarming rate.

I wouldn't change this. Not for the world.

But.

Why am I forced to let go more often than I'm ready?