Winds of change...

It's amazing how quickly something can change. With a word or a sentence, everything you think was isn't anymore. Maybe it never has been the way I thought it was. Maybe my eyes were just opened this week. Maybe Someone is telling me something and maybe I'm just starting to listen. I don't know now...but I'm going to be paying attention to whoever It is. (I realize this really does make me sound schitzo. Well.)

Today, I keep telling myself over and over to be thankful for the time that I had with AnnaBanana this week. Just be happy about the time I had with her. I just keep telling myself that. I am thankful for the week. But that doesn't change the fact that I don't want to her to leave me.

From Finding Your Own North Star by Martha Beck:

When you were a little kid, did you have an imaginary friend?
I had a little plastic dinosaur that I carried everywhere. But that was real. Just not alive. Ummm...I made up an imaginary brother once except he was real. He just wasn't my brother.

Is there anything that you do regularly that makes you forget what time it is?

Scrapbooking, riding horses, playing with my dogs, sleeping, playing on the computer, shopping, pleasure reading. I don't think I ever totally forget about time because I never totally relax and lose myself. But those are the things that if I could relax and forget about time, I'd be doing.

Do you laugh more in some situations than in others?

Of course, I laugh more in some situations than in others. Nobody laughs in every situation. I laugh when I read funny blogs. I laugh with Ava. I laugh when I'm riding my horse because riding makes me truly happy. I don't laugh as much as I'd like to anymore.

Tell me everything you remember about the best meal you've ever had in your life.

Hummm....PawPaw Doc's spaghetti. Nobody has ever fixed spaghetti like my PawPaw. I don't know how to describe it because it was just spaghetti. But PawPaw died 22 years ago...and I can still taste it. I can see the simple little house in the middle of the woods right on the banks of Hopaka Lake. I remember laying on my cot and finding pictures in the wood walls(you know like you do the clouds). It was four rooms and a back porch...but it was always simply heaven. The house was simple. The food was simply the best. We made our own fun. Life was good when we were at PawPaw's. (Oh, this was supposed to be about the best meal I've ever had...and it was. Just in case you couldn't tell.)

I'm working through the exercises in Finding Your Own North Star...and I thought the questions were interesting. Even though I haven't completely figured out why the author asks them yet. If I don't write the answers here, then I'll never write the answers...and what good is a book with exercises if you don't do them, right?

I think there was something else I wanted to write about but I can't remember now. I'll think of it and write later.

Later Dudettes.