the promised and forgotten post

Ok! I didn't really forget that I said I would post after the weekend. I thought about it, and just didn't know what to say. Not that I didn't have a good weekend ~ I did! I loved every bit of it! Except the parts I don't remember. (That's another story). I couldn't focus. (what else is new?) I was reading other blogs and feeling quite inadequate about what I was going to write.

But I'm here now. And so I write........

The weekend in Vancouver actually turned out to be more of a weekend in White Rock. We spent most of our time with dear friends who left our small town this summer, to move to BC. We walked along the beach, gathered sea glass, went for coffee, enjoyed the rain (well, I did) , went for supper, drinks, some Jazz and more coffee. Overall it was a fabulous weekend. I didn't want to leave. "Can we not just send for our kids?" Alas, we had to come home. I'm already dreaming of the ocean and when I will be back.

 I found that I missed something else. I love people. I love strangers. I love passing people and wondering what their story is. Smiling at them, and hoping that my smile warms them just a little. I miss the variety. The orange and yellow and blue hair, with gigantic black heeled boots. The elderly, who clutch each other as they walk to their corner store in the big city. The children who walk with confidence and speed. And yes, even the down and out, who stand with their signs by the grocery store. I connect with their eyes. It moves me. I long to have all these things, including the water, in my daily life.


Today, I focus on today. Any requests, or desires I have, I know have already been answered. I need only wait. I need only to "let go, let God!" It's a daily message I need to remind myself of. My impatience is getting to me. This was on my news feed today on fb.

 I'm living that today! Tomorrow is another story! HA!

There's no accounting for taste

Food, clothes, music, decorating style, hair styles, shoes, men, sex.........the list goes on. (just when it was getting good, too!) So many differences. I have friends with whom I differ on every subject. I don't know anyone who loves everything I love. These differences are really what makes the world go around. There's someone for everyone, there's a favorite for everything. Thank goodness for that. But what happens when you change? You no longer like the "bohemian chic" wardrobe that your closet is full of.

 You no longer can wear high heels (that you have hundreds of) because of injury. You now have a great distaste for blue, even though every room in your house contains a shade!

 Some things are easy to change. Others......well.......therein lies the question. What do you do with all those clothes. Do you just get rid of them? Cast them aside? How can you just "change" who you are? For me change has always been gradual. I didn't wake up one day and decide that bike riding was something I loved. The more I did it, the more I grew to love it. On the flip side, the more I watch reality shows, the more I dislike them! What creates change then? To the right or the wrong, to start or to stop, how does it work? We are forever growing and changing. We've heard it a million times in a million different ways. But why? Why can't we develop what we like and just stay the same. I suppose some people do? I haven't met any of them but....I hear they're out there.

I struggle with change and not the way one would expect. I love it, but it scares me. But I love THAT it scares me. It makes me feel alive. Those around me don't embrace it with as much enthusiasm as I do. Then I doubt if the change I'm loving is "correct". (for lack of a better word) But I think if I'm for the change, it can't be wrong. Can it? If I feel it...........is it wrong? Maybe it's only right for me??? This is a bit of a problem when your decisions don't affect just you. Which is no one, I guess.

You've probably figure out by now that I'm not talking about clothes, or shoes or paint colors. If you haven't, then you're a little slow. That's okay. I still like you. Thanks for letting me vent.