A note from the inside…

The snow falls and falls.

From inside my home, {which never seems to get warm enough until I remember that there are people elsewhere who truly can’t get warm enough, and then I realize I am absolutely fine- if not better than fine,} the snow is beautiful. The plump flakes fall like grace from heaven and my heart soars with the glory of it. From my living room the neighborhood scape looks divinely lovely and I can’t help but feel so heart-full. From the view of my dining room deck I gaze upon an untouched field of perfect snow. The wonder of it embodies a million little miracles of blank slates and fulfilled promises of something clean, new, fresh, bright and beautiful…

From inside, this snow fall, this never-ending winter downpour of flurries warms a soul more than it frosts my skin.

Take this girl outside these walls though, and my story changes…

Driving in the snow sends my nerves singing like sharp violin notes which massacre a brilliant silence and instill fear during villainous horror films. Watching the snow through my windshield sends every morbidly grim thought racing through my brain in its own special sort of grand prix.

For what feels like years now, when the snow stops, (which does it really ever stop? I don’t think it does. I believe this is a Twilight Zone episode and we’re trapped in a snow globe… Shake, shake, shake. Shake, shake, shake.) the winds come. The winds make the snow seem like sugar falling straight from the sweet hand of Jesus. The winds are the breath of Satan. Satan has some ridiculously icy breath.

The moral of this whiny diatribe was that winter has been going on forever. And really, it hasn’t been forever, but while it’s been here, it’s been like winter times 10,000, and so doesn’t that at least equal a year (or ten) technically speaking?

The groundhog has his gig soon. We should maybe get word to him to do us a solid… If you know what I mean.

In the meantime, this is Misty, signing off from inside the bitter snow globe {where if the wind gets any colder I bet the glass will just break and then Rod Serling will be very sorry he messed with us.}

Girls just wanna, they just wanna…

Since my husband has taken an eternity long business trip Down Under, Gen and I decided we’d get away for a bit. We took advantage of an amazing hotel promotion (perk of having a husband whose business keeps him on the road from time to time, I guess.), had a friend hang out with our dogs and away we went. I knew, from the very second that this plan was birthed and set in motion, that I was in for some trouble. You see, I’m not the world’s most confident winter driver and would just as soon stay home if anyone so much as speaks the word snow. With this being the upper mid-west, and January, I knew I was in trouble. Even so, we do what we must for the sake of fresh walls and sanity, so I packed a bag and off we went.

(I apologize now that the only photos I have are cruddy, bad-light, iPhone shots. It just so happened, everywhere we went had mood lighting.)

While our hotel was “super fancy”, (That’s a complete 14-year-old Genny quote, not me. She was enamored by the fanciness of it, to the point of spewing nauseating charm all over their lovely fabric covered walls.) they did not have free wi-fi nor did they serve a free breakfast. (to those of you out there with extra class, you will now see the types of places we are likely accustomed to staying.)

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They were willing to charge us $20 for internet (no thanks. I was spending time with my kid, what do I need internet for anyway? Besides, we have a portable hotspot, which I brought, but it stayed packed.) and they offered room service breakfast though $9 for a muffin seemed a bit excessive. SO, Gen and I used our beloved Yelp ap and went in search of a high rated bakery which sold these:

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Feeling ready to tackle just about anything, at this point, we explored the area a bit. We were feeling pretty good. We had a “super fancy” hotel room, (ok, this was more Gen then me, but whatever.) We had outsmarted the hotel and gotten some form of (adorable) breakfast to tide us over til checkout (for under $4!!! this was total me who was excited about this point, Gen could have cared less.) And I had made it to said hotel AND bakery, keeping us and my car in tact while snow flurried around us. (Also more so me, but I’m sure Genny’s gratitude is there, buried beneath teen angst.)

Eventually we wandered back to the hotel. I mean, it had likely been ten, or so, minutes since Gen had raved on and on about the “super fanciness” of it. Between their actual glass drink ware in the rooms, our mini Keurig, the embroidered hairdryer bag and the fresh, warm cookies they serve the guests- well, we needed to hear more about it all, so we went back. Eventually I talked her into sitting laying across her bed and watching a movie on tv while I sat in the living room and just sort of vegged for 90 min. On Commercials she would come out, (or shout out) about how laying in a fancy hotel bed watching tv was the best feeling ever.

It really wasn’t a fancy hotel… BUT, I was slowly falling in love with the sofa and chair. I wonder where they got them?

Anyway? Eventually we headed out to share this AMAZING brick oven BBQ chicken pizza…

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And then we stayed up until early hours of the morning playing card games and talking…

I won.

But not by much, she’s a worthy opponent.

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The next morning she slept until a reasonable teenage hour while I tossed, turned and then rose early to drink tea and read on my new favorite sofa. When we departed, Genny reluctantly said goodbye to her “super fancy” hotel suite, remarking how she hoped she never had to stay in those places where the cheep hair dryers hang on the walls again. (Sorry, Gen, you will.) She was also deeply saddened that they do not offer warm cookies to people checking out. I love her…

We had been able to chat with Chw the afternoon before, and he shared with us that he was heading to spend Saturday at the beach with his newfound friends from Japan, Thailand, Korea and of course Australia. What a little life of luxury he leads. Ironically, the man hates the beach while Gen and i LOVE it. So, when Saturday found us heading to a movie over near his very favorite restaurant, well, we had to go. It seemed the nicest thing to do… And then we checked in on Facebook. He laughed, it was all in good fun. He also got a little sunburnt and pelted in the face with windy sand. We got this…

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I think it’s clear, despite his 75 degree weather, who got the better end of the deal. (please lie and tell me that it was us!)

After that, before trekking home, we went to see 12 Years a Slave. We don’t usually let Genny watch R rated movies, but on the very rare occasions that she has seen them, it has been with us and they were R for reasons that weren’t sexually explicit or graphic in unnecessary ways. I don’t regret taking her to see this film. It was emotional and moving. Difficult to watch, but such a beautiful story full of valuable life lessons. As we left the theater, still stunned from all we’d seen, I looked to her and said “wow, huh?” And her sweet 14 yo response?

“That movie was NOT entertaining. I hate that movie. That wasn’t fun at all.” Yes, she had seen the trailer. I don’t know where she expected it to turn into a fun movie, but we had a wonderful discussion about the film and Solomon’s story on the way home. If you haven’t seen it, I strongly recommend it… (Where kids are concerned though, obviously, read reviews and use your best judgement.)

Anyway, our Girl’s retreat was fun, and I think we’ll do it again. I think maybe we’ll do it with another mother/daughter someday… It was a lot of fun though, and we want to make it a semi-annual tradition. Considering we really were just winging it, it was pretty great…

Learn to Fly…

I keep this little journal with me wherever I go. It’s purpose is to contain the brilliant thoughts which will undoubtedly cross my mind throughout my day’s adventures, but more honestly it contains scribbled quotes and truths that I often stumble across which may strike me in the most profound of ways. Granted they are other people’s brilliance, other people’s words- but moving and life affirming all the same. Most recently it’s inspiration and words from a book on writing, which I’m devouring while simultaneously filling the pages of my journal with it’s bits and beauties . This is not the kind of book which speaks on prose and grammar, what to say, or how not to say it. No, it’s the sort of book which talks about the humanity of spirit in words and how words were meant to exist beyond the confines of rules and man-made decisions about how they should (or shouldn’t) be said and done. This is the sort of book the writer-me has been aching for.

For the permission to simply be, breathe, create, exist and do what it longs to do.

I find that, as I reader, I am drawn to admire the authors who pen the stories which don’t fit into the perfectly structured novels which could have been English Lit extension projects. What is the point of art and creativity if you are always staying inside of someone else’s lines?

This is where I’m at today, swimming among the pages and mere ideas of letting go. There are stories to tell, and as I hover above the finalization of my former project and ready myself to dive into my next, I find myself full of electricity and excitement…

This is what writing should feel like. Letting go is what reading should feel like as well! And to the critics and grammar nazis who can’t get past their rules and English Lit education, learn to let go a little. Lift your hands from the handle-bars and feel the wind in your hair and your raised arms. Allow yourself to fly and be. Be more than someone told you that you could…

I am.

Twitterature… {January}

For the first time, (EVER) I’m joining the Twitterature link up with the Modern Mrs. Darcy! I’m super excited as, this year, I’m trying really hard to be a better and more focussed reader and expand my reading genres, etc… So, I’m supposed to use this post to share with you what I’m reading this month and tell you a teeny, tiny bit about each book. The truth is, I’m not very far in all of these titles, but I still have an opinion!

Ok!

First up…

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The Right To Write by Julia Cameron.

I’m really loving this book. It’s certainly not a prose and grammar book, but it really has challenged the conditioned mind I have and inspired me to strive for more… I’m not done with it, but I’m devouring it!

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The Secret Keeper, by Kate Morton

Breanne, over at This Vintage Moment was who I first heard about this book from. So far, I am sucked into the plot of this book. I wish that life was not happening outside of this plot because I just want to KNOW WHAT HAPPENS!!!!

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Mary Poppins by P.L. Travers

Being the movie buff that I am, after seeing Saving Mr. Banks I realized that this was a children’s book I never read. I immediately got my hands on a copy and am really loving the story. It is absolutely mesmerizing writing that makes it easy to see why children and adults from all over the world loved these books. I hope the film inspires people to discover the Mary Poppins in print and get to know her, along with the Julie Andrews version that most of us love. She’s quite different, and worth knowing!

And Lastly:

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My dad really wanted us to read this book, so my husband and I both read it, (which if you know my husband is saying something as he’s not a reader.) While I’m not entirely sure I’d agree with everything in the book, or deem it a “great, profound or amazing” book, it did really convict me on a few things… So there’s that. I don’t regret reading it. It was a short read and it helped me realize a few things about my walk/journey as a parent.

The one where I salvage what’s left of January…

Me
– since my writer’s retreat plans were changed, I carved out an intense week where during my “business” hours and evenings my focus is solely on work stuff. (I’m both terrified and excited!)
– a facial. this winter is working overtime on my skin! I’m sure being sick hasn’t helped…
– begin a weekly afternoon simply carved out for correspondence and reading, EVERY week. I’m thrilled! BEST goal/resolution of the year!
Us
– one new year’s resolution I was to have a monthly cocktail evening complete with cards/games, and when it works out, having friends over. 
– Gen & I decided to take a bit of a girl’s weekend, mid month, complete with hotel sheets, sleeping in, no responsibilities, trips to the movies, swimming pools. I’m super excited! 
– In addition, Gen and I are going to start reading together, monthly. We share several of the same books now, which is an odd and special place to get to with your child.
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– I’m starting a women’s group through our church. I’m pretty excited. I intended to start in the fall, and was excited to do the book they were focussing on, but I just couldn’t make that particular group work with my schedule. This new groups’ timing is a lot more conducive!
– listening to the calling to do/be more, with my life.
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– one of my goals this year is to take on 12 photo challenges.
– Since January of 2012, I haven’t been the best at taking photos and I miss that passion.
Reading
– with the theme of my year being NEW, one thing I’m planning on doing is reading more children’s literature. I never read a lot of it. I kind of, as a reader, jumped right into adult books.
Secret Keeper by Kate Morton
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Bread & Wine by Shauna Niequist
Home
– a few reorganization projects.
– warm pots of soup.
– fresh-baked loaves of bread.
– one paper project (at least)
Health
– yoga
– making more, and creative time for fitness/working out.
Love
– a date night
– finding little ways to reach out to Chw when life and work keeps us apart.
“It is a tough road that leads to the heights of greatness.”
Seneca