Saturday, June 11, 2011

Today was one of those days that people try to capture; try to create through art or poetry or film. It was pure family summer fun. The 
 husbands were away with work and it was just us girls with our kids, taking a walk in the sun. We sat on the grass and listened to the band play "California Girls" and "Brown eyed Girl". The children sat and listened. I saw a few friends I hadn't seen in a while and some that I wouldn't mind seeing everyday. People live their whole lives in search of moments like these, depressed when they feel always out of reach of summer sunshine happiness.

Me, I am just grateful for the two hours of friendship and childhood giggles.

Thursday, June 9, 2011


Sometimes I feel like what we really love and what we act like we love are two different things. It is often in tragedy that the two worlds unite. I know what I really love; most people do. If asked, most people could give you a good list of what they really love. It would start with family and morph into hobbies as the list went on. When it comes to what we love the most, we are all the same. The names will change but it is the same. People are who we love the most, second only to God.

So here's the question...if we know who we love the most, why is it so easy to live like other things are more important? Like time. Or personal space? Or hobbies? Or being right?

Just a thought.

Thursday, June 2, 2011


I started to think I could not write on this blog anymore, but I didn't want it obsolete. I started a journey of eliminating excess and it was a worthwhile run, but it's importance does not mean much to me now. I have only purchased a few things in the last 7 months; in fact I have purchased so little that I could still complete this with vigor and interest, but I think this blog is less about consumerism and more about soul. The very title of this blog speaks to the heart and the mind, wisdom and challenge. I am too boxed in to write about this topic much more; the parameters are too tight. I need freedom. Will you still come with me?

This is what I'd like to do. I would like to explore the layers underneath the physical life we live. What lies below? My posts will be random, but they will be worth your while because my life is yours and yours, mine.