.water.lines.: July 2014

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Friday, July 25, 2014

.lenore.

"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore."
-"The Raven," Edgar Allen Poe

Friday, July 4, 2014

.perspective.

From the beginning of it, I've been referring to 2014 as "The Year That's Trying to Kill Everyone." For me (and most everyone I know) this has been true. I did start out the year after all, recovering from a car accident, followed by an ongoing sequence of horribleness that seemed to be without end.

Except.
It really hasn't been that bad. Painful, but mostly in a growing and figuring out what's what kind of way (except for the wrist - that fucking hurt. also the car accident, that still hurts.). I figured out a lot of my priorities, my husband is happier as a freelancer, and in a way things are calmer though not less busy at all. I'm not teaching any more, and that's good. For me. And for the other teachers in town, of which there are plenty for my former students to choose from. I'm taking dance classes and getting back in touch with my base technique. I'm drawing and journaling daily, which means a lot less time ~~spent~~ wasted on social media and this is also excellent. I rejoined my gym which is much less awful than I thought it would be and I'm finally starting to feel a little bit balanced.
And perhaps this year I might even finish that mermaid painting...

So perspective - it's a funny thing, and this next half of the year is going to be even crazier than the first.