should be working:

hence the post

drinking: the weakest coffee ever.
why do i get so fearful with quantity of bean?

listening: new music. She and Him
not going to fib. i'm lurv'n it. even the hoe-down flair is swallowable.

reading: The Chosen
after Asher Lev i scrambled for more of the same genius

wearing: clean clothes
some of the last. washer contains tomorrows wardrobe.

wanting: Lines & Shapes
all my stalked blogs are raving about their copies.
may be my xmas present to myself this year.

smelling: honeysuckle
just try to resist smelling like early summer and age eight

being: hope filled
Dum spiro, spero

even with...

well crafted picture books make me happy
as do kisses and window light
there is truth in them things

can't go wrong...

with a book containing the warning:
STAY AWAY. THIS HIGHLY POISONOUS CACTUS EMITS TOXIC FUMES.
The Willoughbys by Lois Lowry

with company like this:

with songs like this:


well...
don't try to argue

holiday spaces

i often go out pacing when all i want to do is stay inside
and look out the window with you
~Seabear

i'm on my 18th day of away-from-home-ness

just about the fullest eighteen days ever

since i am horrible at gathering time into words,
and for the sake of not becoming completely incoherent,
we will just skip over that period of moments.
*laugh*
evil child, i know.

let's talk about my Abba.
because He's been a constant factor.
He loves me so hard,
i would shatter if it weren't for the protection of His Son.

let's talk about worth.
the miracle of how i am worthy to glorify the Creator,
not because of anything that i've emitted...
but through the adornment of those about me.
let's marvel on that.

let's talk about weather.
how beautimous it is to wake up without sweat on the small of your back.
walking against cool breezes.

let's talk about showers.
how they are always a surprise in pleasure,
and never quite as soothing as in your own bathroom.
somehow my shampoo smells stronger in strange lands.

let's talk about fruit.
fresh and continual.
i'm living on it,
oh...
and fresh beans off the plant.
heaven.

let's talk about missing.
hugs
little barefeet
persistent voices

let's not talk about my sorry state of non-photography.
i can't seem to get up the gumption.
happy without processing that way.
wondering if i should worry about that.
but..
of course...
i'm not.

because i don't worry about things that affect me.
just things ethereal.

there.
that was my thought process.
such as it is.
enjoy

endures all things...

Hullo,
it's late...
i've been awake since 5:45am.
cole woke up kinda itchy in the mood,
i overlooked it...
so when we went to swimming lessons it bubbled over in wails.
that was fun.

children give the chance to simplify what i believe about life.
like the fact that:
joy is choice.
not determined by circumstance.
obedience brings happiness.

misery is brought on by worrying and rebellion.

on the way home i stocked up on vitamins.
trying to keep my hair healthy... it's not growing as rapidly
iced coffee from Eurotazza = good

came home to edit.
made pretty good progress.
forced to deal with my ineptitude... *sigh*

RadioLab
learning about:
War of the Worlds,
first flight
earworms

tanned from the weekend.
my arms are strangers to me.
where have my flabby white noodles gone?

had a couple of important conversations this past week.
putting them to use.

i'm reaching brink...
too much

Hill Abbey,
oh you beacon of peace.

seems as if God is giving me pieces of knowledge,
can't seem to figure out their place or purpose.
bewilderment
but mostly trying to remain still amoungst the clutter...
i think there is dawn ahead.

i want waltz, lantern waste and wind.

i'm thankful for breath, watermelon, colour and love.

three kisses:
cole
tumpy
dodie

"i am so out of tune"

it's April first.
which means I get to create a new month folder under "ABI PHOTO 2008"
always good.

facebook is acting in strange ways.
disallowing commenting and the like.

on the other hand Pandora remains close to my heart.
when I get a compatible phone in Aug I can bring it along my meanderings.

this is my new journal.
empty pages.
i packed the old one up in my 'important' crate.
nestled up against the last 3 years words.

work has been flowing on.
as an example:
last two weeks I had five shoots.
with two this weekend.

one

two

three

four


five

and that's that...