Spring is in the air, and I can sense a positive change in my mood.
It’s amazing how heavily weather affects my outlook on life. It’s been in the 50s and 60s here lately (it’s supposed to get up to 70 this coming week—Woo Hoo!), and the daylight hours are slowly extending into the evening. Spring Forward is tomorrow night, and whereas I’m normally cursing losing one hour of sleep, I’m excited for days to become longer. I despised going in to work when it was dark, and coming home just one hour before darkness set back in. This is much better. I’ll have more time to soak up sunshine and get things done. It makes me happier.
Life has been pretty solid for me. I’m still having confusing and often times messed up dreams, but I’ve been taking advantage of them and writing quite a bit of poetry lately. I love writing—I truly do, and I must say it’s become a passionate obsession of mine. There’s something satisfying about randomly recalling some aspect of a dream, or reading a news article or listening to various artists and an idea for a poem just materializes inside my head. It’s like a game—Ambiguous context, word flow, rhyme schemes, word selection… just trying to describe an emotion or feeling in the best way I can. It’s like a puzzle that I’m overjoyed to dedicate a lot of time and thought toward. I’m crazy about it, and I’m going to keep at it.
It’s been a while since I actually blogged about what’s going on in my life, and as I sit here at my desk tonight, I can hear thunder booming and the rain pouring down as fast as it can. It’s wonderful. There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be during a thunderstorm then lounging in a dark room with the blinds wide open listening to the wonder of it all. Life is so surreal.
I visited the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art last night with my baby sister, Taylor. First we grabbed burgers and drinks, (my weak ass turned into a total giggly mess at the table), and then we toured the main exhibits. Absolutely breathtaking. I loved being surrounded by all of the beautiful wood and glass architecture, as well as the pieces of so many talented artists over the centuries. And the outdoor waterscape was so dreamlike to me. I felt like Elizabeth wandering the grand halls and landscapes of Pemberley. Such a beautiful experience. I’m already planning to go back when everything is in bloom and green—I’m so happy NWA has Crystal Bridges to call her own… the place is such a treasure.
Needless to say, it was lovely getting to spend time with Taylor. We’re excited for April 27th to come around and the Ozark Race For the Cure at Pinnacle Hills… our MIA sister, Dichi, will be in attendance. It’s the first time the three of us sisters will be together in almost seven years. The last time we were all together was when Taylor was in the hospital after getting hit by a car… the man had been driving over 50mph. Thinking back to that time and all of the painful things that happened in such a short time frame is mind-blowing. But today, just as in all days, I’m so grateful my baby sister came back to life, and that she’s a dear and ever-present part of mine. I love you, Taylor. And I love you, Dichi—I wish we all saw each other more. I’ve missed us three being together.