Good Friday to You
On this sunny and brisk Friday morning wherein I was able to get Scout and I out for a walk (and perhaps have accidentally stumbled into the donut shop), I find myself in pairing down mode. I want to sit and read my friend's beautiful blogs. I want to sip my Americano slowly. I want to hold my sweet baby girl just a bit longer before I put her down to nap.
I so appreciate having an online space in which to escape. It's an integral part of my life, the writing of and reading of blogs. I have made bosom friends and met myself in a gracious way. Like I imagine a painter to her brushes or a sketch-artist to her pencils, I love the way my fingers adroitly fly over the keyboard, my soul comfortable and easy within technology.
My sister came up to see Madonna with me two nights ago, and while we had such an epic time, it ended up being a stress trigger for us both. Her wallet and phone were stolen at the concert and she was due to get on a plane the very next day - without ID. My sister is my number 2, and we do not talk very often. When I have her soul in front of me, I love to hear her speak and share it. She also came up to be with Bowie...but that annoyance of life became the focus of our one day together, and thing after thing just kept going wrong. She was able to get home, but as I drove a screaming Bowie and myself back to the house from the airport, I realized how deeply stressed I was. I came home, put Bowie to bed, and promptly put myself down for a nap, more because I was so over-wrought and over-stimulated than sleepy. I stared out the blinds for an hour. My poor sister, Seattle keeps doing wrong by her. I miss her so much. I miss all my family since having Bowie, it's changed my need for them somehow.
Joel came home after a busy day at work and also the first class of his trek to finishing his Master's in Theology (that he started 7 years ago), and we were both even too stressed to watch Star Trek, our usual relaxer. He took his time making us a home-cooked meal, I sat on the couch with a mason jar of wine and just tried to breath. I think what I hate most about stress is how it lingers in your body even when the stressor is gone.
This morning, after a good amount of sleep (though not as good as this week has been, since Bowie slept through the night on Sun-Wed), and after a walk intended to rid my being of that residual adrenaline, all I want to do is linger on my friend's blogs, tumblers, and flickr photos. I want the beauty of how they see their lives to wash over me with kindness and inspiration, like a soft inter-webular hug.