And I resolve to never stay down.
~My theme for this month’s Nano Poblano challenge is Motion~
Therefore I motion, since I have a twelve-hour day and an insanely complicated event stretching ahead of me at work, to give you a picture post, in lieu of words.
If I could get a second?
Photos from our recent week in Florida, on a hugely needed vacation.
sea oats at sunset
dolphins swimming alongside our sailboat
pelicans at the channel marker
birdie buddies
one of many amazing sunsets
and another
digging in – I didn’t want to leave
beautiful skies
I’m smiling, remembering. It’s a good start to a long day.
~My theme for this month’s Nano Poblano challenge is Motion~
I’ve had this song entrenched in my brain the past few days, fading in and out like a movie score.
For an earworm, it’s not such a bad one. It takes me sailing back in time over waves of music and memories.
We were borne before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that foghorn blows
I will be coming home
And when the foghorn blows
I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
and I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow
into the mystic
When that fog horn blows
You know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows
I got to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
and I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow
into the mystic
My favorite cover of this song -I so love this live version from the Zac Brown Band. Rockin’ fiddle on the intro.
(photos were shot by me on our last sailing trip. The sunset was amazing that night but I loved the starkness and feeling of movement in the black and white versions).
~My theme for this month’s Nano Poblano challenge is Motion~
It’s the oddest thing.
For people who, as a rule, talk pretty slow and sometimes move even slower, Southerners seem to pack a lot of action into their vernacular.
You see, I don’t just up and go to the store, I’m fixin’ to go to the store – by adding the helpful phrase “to fix,” I imply that I somehow prepare myself mentally, physically and spiritually to journey to Publix verses you Yanks just getting in your car and driving over. Way more descriptive action = same result.
As Southerners, we may drawl our responses, but action bristles through our patois: dogs hunt, cousins kiss, possums are treed, biscuits are buttered. There are frequent calls to action: “Smile before your face freezes and you’re stuck like that forever,” “Do be a love and fetch my pocketbook,” “Eat that chicken! Folk are starvin’ clear around the world,” “Reach that there glass of wine and bring it to your momma.”
And then there are the idioms; truly enough literary motion to exhaust any listener:
“He’s so confused he don’t know whether to wind his butt or scratch his watch.”
“That room’s so small you couldn’t cuss a cat without getting hair in your teeth.”
“I’m feelin’ fine as frog’s hair, split three ways and sandpapered down the middle.”
“Run with the big dogs or stay on the porch.”
“Hon, you are barkin’ up the wrong tree.”
“He’s busier than a cat covering poop on a marble floor.”
“That skeeter’s so big he could stand flat-footed and screw a cow.”
A Southerner could be all relaxed and chillin’ on the porch swing, sipping some sweet tea or a coldbeer, but their conversation might as well be benchin’ a hundred in the gym.
“Afterwhile, we’ll mosey over.”
“Scamper off, littl’un.”
“Stop diddlepoopin’ around.”
“She is havin a hissy.”
“He was sweatin’ like a whore in church.”
While you surely hear about all this activity, you actually very rarely see it.
Which is, I suppose, one of the things us folks down South do best, and that’s talkin’ the talk.
Just giving you some ponderin’ for your Monday.
I’m headin’ out now, seeing as I got more goin’ on than a one-eyed cat watchin’ two mouse holes, but you be sure and have yourself a nice day.
So please sit down and let me pour you a cup of something warm, since it’s a little chilly this morning. We’ve got a great Sumatran dark roast, there’s green tea or chamomile and if you give me a sec, we can probably whip up some hot chocolate or spiced cider.
~My theme for this month’s Nano Poblano challenge is Motion~
Guess what journeyed to my mailbox today?!!!
I’m so excited to finally get my copy…
If y’all will excuse me, I have some reading to do.
~My theme for this month’s Nano Poblano challenge is Motion~
As we all know (at least those of us with fur kids), breakfast is THE most important meal of the day (followed closely by dinner. And snacks.)
Normally, I feed my two kitties once I’m up, vaguely functional and have had my coffee. Umm, that’s 7 a.m.- ish. Maybe 7:30. Sometimes 8. Not any earlier.
My husband and I were out of town all last week and their caregiver fed them breakfast…umm, around 5:30 a.m. every day.
My first night back, I’m woken from a really cool dream by, “Mrowww-chirp?” I try to ignore this – OMG, it’s the middle of the night. I am sleeping.
“Meow?”
“Rowr?”
And there is made my crucial mistake.
I moved.
That was the signal that Mom was alive, and therefore, capable of making breakfast.
Immediately, two little hairy bodies burrowed under the toasty blankets like maddened gophers, chirping and fussing and complaining and sticking cold noses into warm places.
I checked the clock – Yep. 5:36 a.m.
Aaarrgghhh.
Now we have to re-train each other. It’s going to be a rough (and early) week.
My theme for this month’s Nano Poblano blogging challenge is motion.
Tonight, leaving work, I got stuck in downtown Atlanta traffic.
My car didn’t move for a very long time.
However, my heart raced! (ohmigodthereisanopeningaheadgogogo)
My temper flared! (stoopidjerkfaceidjetyoucutmeoff)
My hopes plummeted. (jeezusnoarethosebluelightsaheadnononowewillnevermove)
My spirits soared! (wearemovingwearemovingwearemoving)
Sitting in traffic is exhausting.
November 1st. It’s the first day of National Blog Posting Month.
It’s also the first day of Nano Poblano: a month-long, daily word lagniappe – a blog-i-licious goody bag of stories, poetry, photos and posts from the Cheer Peppers, led by the lovely Ra and her constellation of glowing, twinkly blokin.
I’m so excited to be a part of Nano Poblano – it thrills me each year to be included with these kind, supportive, talented Peppers. I’m excited to write, but (totally typical) I’m having a crazy-hard time writing.
It’s been a year of changes for me – and not just actual change, a lot of that is still coming, but planning for change t00 and that’s pretty huge stuff ’cause you want to get it right.
I’ve had to find the right space for this garden of what-i-want-to-be where I can grow and become, clearing out the underbrush so the sunlight and starlight can flood in, studying and planning and sorting the things to plant that I want to bloom into reality. Prepping and weeding and watering and breathing and believing and watching as the tiny sprout-lets push towards the surface.
I decided it might help to have a theme for my contributions to Nano Poblano this year. There’s so many thoughts swirling and twirling about my wee kitten head that maybe a label could also be a focus, an anchor, a corral, a guide.
My choice is motion.
Sailing on Saturday with my husband, I saw these amazing beings dancing through the water with such grace and joy and ease that I hope with all my heart I can bring some of their magic into my movement forward.
Drunk on Life 