Had the rest of you noticed that blogger was "auto-enhancing" your photos? I guess it took me a few months to catch on, or should I say, get frustrated enough to finally look up how to fix it. And to fix it, I might add, I was forced to join Google+ to be granted access to the setting that had been enabled "for me" by Google. Ick, Google - how very Facebook of you.
It's really no secret that I don't like technology. Last week I left my phone (my very much non-smart phone) somewhere and was without it for several days and I have to say, the only thing I found I really needed in its place? A watch.
I know the world is leaving me behind. I know I'm a luddite. In total honesty, I would so easily give this whole online-presence endeavor up, sometimes, but for the sweet sweet people like you I've met through this little blogosphere.
You guys are great.
We ran away from real life again. Climbing the mountain in the quiet early morning dark, to watch the sun come up out of the ground. It was windy and crisp and awesome. Peanut butter and jelly (yes, again - sense a pattern?) and a steaming mug of jasmine tea for breakfast.
This little respite, the letting go and getting out, these cold mornings in the woods and high places: I sense they are doing me some good. The air is clearer up there, maybe.
And the icing on the cake? These beauties below. I have been excited about the idea of dyeing with acorns ever since my dye class, and I am now the proud owner of three bowls full of three different types of acorns. A freshly boiled dye pot is already sitting on my stove, and I can't wait to get my hands dirty again. I have very specific plans for this dye pot - I'm looking at you, mokume shibori.
Sometimes it seems things just fall into place. You talk to a friend you haven't spoken to in a long while, and maybe they have great news - or maybe they have bad news, but they needed you just then. Or you wander through the trees on Mount Tam after a frustrating, failed morning meditation and you stumble upon a tiny shrine, modestly tucked away, incense sticks humbly collected at the feet of the Buddha. Or your credit card bill comes, and it's too high, (aren't they always too high?) and you argue about it, you stress out, but then you throw everything you have in a big pot on the stove, you make Stone Soup, and it's thick and delicious and stick-to-your-ribs filling and will last for days and days, and it makes you feel like everything will be okay.
It's all going to be okay.