A "365"

Have you ever heard of someone doing a 365 project?  It is basically a commitment to complete a small project every day of one year.  I have seen this done before by some people and it greatly helps to chronicle said year.  I have randomly chosen the 9th of May to start my projects.  Now I need to decide exactly what my projects will be...photos, blog posts, vlog posts, or some combination of all of them?  I have 9 days to decide!

p.s.

much thanks goes out to my new (used) iPhone that will assist in the completion of said tasks when I'm not near my actual computer.

long night

started out with some slow like long walks but this is a normative pattern
(and I begin to wonder how that is going to fit in all this)  challenge pushed forth that I must now know when is good to push.  time lasting trip line holding me back in a deep way from who I have been.  The air gets thicker at 4 pm on Fridays.  And I must rehydrate on a regular basis as the leaky ocular cavity bleeds the sea bed dry.  Shoulders not over burdened, but appropriately snug.  I must to fill my palms with projects of bags and trees and what was the new word I ought use, to put into order.  some measure of independent

oops time to flip switch

done, now back to it

study must be applied.
How do I ask with out the whole world ending up on an ear?  Have I shaped this pending change so the ear is the only place it can balance?  Why did I put the ear there?  What great height do I think they fall from?  (that is not progress it is nearly a long term condition with the appearance of some situational benefit.)

Another slight gap as I try to steer back to this older issue I have no desire....thats a lie.  Always comfortable in awkward first double you.  It is the second that makes for a story of short film per portions.  I tolerate the pop soundtrack because the subject matter is growing in importance.

I am typing myself in a nice dizzy cylinder. times up and we have got to get this day underway.

I'm so thankful
for this time and...all of it.
So Thankful

130!

It seemed as though the day was laid out with perfect precision.
I got some paper work issues straitened out and was able to make most of my class.
I got shopping done and my new iPhone 3GS in the shop for pick up tomorrow.  All of that set up my walking pattern to pass by a fresh load of aluminum wire in the trash pile right at the foot of my building!  I was able to strip some of it and get the frame of my first piece built after dinner.  WOOT!

first night

Tonight is my first night in a new "home."  Tomorrow I begin searching for classes.  I am sleepy after all the moving today.  I got some Ben & Jerry's to celebrate!  It has been a good day.

My mind is kind of blank at this point, but I wanted to post something.  I also know if I push I'll come up with something to say.  This is because I love the sound of my own voice and I read aloud after typing to make sure the words makes sense.  Oh Yeah...

They want more tree pulp and I have it so I'll bring it to them.  I can't believe I did not think about it at the time.  I knew they needed it but they said no.  Well now it is yes, so off I go!  

But first:

Ben & Jerry!!!

Thin

 membrane so thin
I'm growing weary.  Is this wait on my shoulders evidence of deep hearted warnings?  support from so many miles loses timing in potency.  Tricky fingers tap away at tricks and I once again hold from the danger pattern.  Sheltered in my perfection filter cocoon, I see the sketch though fog.  guide my steps in one way.  As this turns to thick butter with in I must trust in the end.  I will trust in the end.  I'll bend in a way to bring beauty to the One.
My arms kept free, I can swing with open hands!  progress is merely moments away!  Life plans come together...what letter comes after "z"?
Deep spring of joy out waits the double meaning I apply and I laugh with out intention.  There is no moment nor craft nor skill I can use to carve out joy.  All else I can build from scratch, but joy...uncharted flow source from before time began.  I am unmade without it.  I am more free when I can't see. Blind me as long as you my ears can hear the way to go,
I'll follow.

the oil in my engine

I ran low on oil but the engine kept plugging away.  and this is who I am.

I struggle to come home (closet and tool are closer).  I climb mountains and weep while doing it. Throat so sore from misplaced food and the resulting war to remove the foreign body.  Then there is this circular hunt for the gromwell while I avoid all plant life so as to not stumble upon one.  I'll read all about it, and study structure to learn the best basis.
Impractical and maybe unwise.  Act on faith with some waiting and stating "Can you play more, I love your voice."
Sweet sound, but the previous pattern might suggest a longer incubation period.  Give it all up and run in only one direction.  cut all strings. tie down the loose ends in a way that keeps them controlled.  running down mountains with protection in mind.  I view the safe path so they don't fall...as much.

so sorry for this stop and go.  We'll see in days to come how the pattern pans out.  no roof but I know I can handle out door life. rent and rave a good title for future reference.

Parallel's

I follow a blog called Walk Outside and it is so much fun to see this journey.  When the opportunity to go on a little hike came up I jumped at it!  This Monday I'll be heading out on a trip with some local friends for my first camping trip in over a decade! I think.  I am very much looking forward to the time to share songs and the deeper topics that arise from camp fire talks.

and the stars...SuShi  and Blue Gate know what I'm talking about...

 If I had a twitter and a way to tweet, I would surely tag my brave AT thru hikers. ("That's Right" and "Was it a real snake?" run through my head)  I'll try to write down the memorable phrases and post them upon my return to the computer infested world.

hope you all have a good friday

(pun intended!)