sleeping in on saturdays

This past week, I could feel it in my bones, in my soul. It was time to make a change. Breaking down on a rainy Monday, watching the traffic buzz by, I decided something needs to change. Live simple. Take my life and cut the muck out and draw the good in. Get off the computer and in the air. Get out of the stuffy rooms and get into the trees and books I have stacked on my shelves.

Instead of just being, and walking through this life, day to day, doing nothing to enrich my life, I am going to make small changes. Cleaning out my house and garage, picking up a book or two instead of turning on the TV. Painting... ahh what a night! Saving my money and feeling what It is like to eat a fridge down or make food from scratch. Live off what I got and don't need anything for a while. Lean on those that are sticking around and make a pie for them! discover guitar again, break my weak fingers into those strings and sing to the night. rediscover writing and feeling. I used to get so deep, try and open up again.

Speak to God rather then to myself...
Give away what I don't need. and Cherish what and who I have.

I have come undone at the seams, slipping down the middle, not wanting to get into routine, not wanting to grow up quite yet...

need that adventure, that whisper in the night, the candlelight with tea and a cozy blanket. and the books and music and people who make my life full and complete.

i'm off.

The White Buffalo - Sleepy Little Town

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"Frugality is one of the most beautiful and joyful words in the English language, and yet one that we are culturally cut off from understanding and enjoying. The consumption society has made us feel that happiness lies in having things, and has failed to teach us the happiness of not having things." - Elise Boulding

a note.

This is for the gentle goddesses with watery, empathic hearts, who ooze with oodles of compassion, eager to soothe another’s suffering . This is for the luscious ladies with restless spirits who can’t stay in one place for long, because our souls are winged, always longing for adventure. Yes, this is just for us: The free-spirited females with fiercely sensitive hearts . We are a balmy breeze, casually caressing arms lovingly, suddenly here, suddenly there, then suddenly gone. We are a thousand grains of precious pink sand, slowly slipping through soft fingertips, one by one. We can never be contained because we aren’t meant to be. We are born to ride the wild winds of passion, surf the turbulent oceans of despair, and relentlessly explore the great vastness of this crazy world — until our bodies collapse in ecstatic exhaustion. We understand deeply that life is a heartbreakingly beautiful series of goodbyes, hellos, trium...

going on.

entering into my 27th year.... no kids (yet), new job, new start, fitness getting in check, health a top priority, BODY LOVE is going to happen, living the moments.... living each day with not regretting anything. loving, laughing, breathing, keeping it real. messing up, asking for forgiveness and reaching for grace. keeping friends close and letting those go who are walking away. dancing in the strangest moments, remembering to keep it simple.

megan the wanderer

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