The Discovery of Pinterest
My days of blogging have been slowed due to the beginning of this semester of graduate school. It seems many things all piled on at once. My heart and soul are all about journaling, so I will never be too far from my blog. Most recently, I have found Pinterest. It will never take the place of my blog, but I have found that it is easier with Pinterest to save/share my crafting ideas. Until recently, I had used blogger for that. This could be an interesting topic to explore at a later date when I have more time.
For now, I am enjoying one last cold front with lots of rain and a week away from work. I have soup on - creamy chicken/veggie made from all left-over ingredients, and the coffee pot is clicking occasionally to remind me it is over there waiting for me to pour another cup.
The morning doves are outside my patio, and as I listen to them sing, I am sooooo drawn back to another point in time of my life - a time when I was more hopeful, more naive, before I "grew up". Watching "Sleepless in Seattle" yesterday made me want to crawl back into the secure comfort of 1991, before cell phones and the war on terror, before the world got way tooo fast and before my world altered in ways I never imagined.
There is just something about late Winter that brings melancholy tinged with a bit of regret.
O Mr. Bluejay.........you chased away the morning doves. The world here in my home is silent.
My day beckons me loudly. This is my last day of this mini-vacation, and I have "miles to go before I sleep". I want to make something creative to move away from the monotony of studying and writing.
My days of blogging have been slowed due to the beginning of this semester of graduate school. It seems many things all piled on at once. My heart and soul are all about journaling, so I will never be too far from my blog. Most recently, I have found Pinterest. It will never take the place of my blog, but I have found that it is easier with Pinterest to save/share my crafting ideas. Until recently, I had used blogger for that. This could be an interesting topic to explore at a later date when I have more time.
For now, I am enjoying one last cold front with lots of rain and a week away from work. I have soup on - creamy chicken/veggie made from all left-over ingredients, and the coffee pot is clicking occasionally to remind me it is over there waiting for me to pour another cup.
The morning doves are outside my patio, and as I listen to them sing, I am sooooo drawn back to another point in time of my life - a time when I was more hopeful, more naive, before I "grew up". Watching "Sleepless in Seattle" yesterday made me want to crawl back into the secure comfort of 1991, before cell phones and the war on terror, before the world got way tooo fast and before my world altered in ways I never imagined.
There is just something about late Winter that brings melancholy tinged with a bit of regret.
O Mr. Bluejay.........you chased away the morning doves. The world here in my home is silent.
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