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Lately I’ve been thinking about how I was once a great deal more contemplative.  Less extroverty, more introspective.  Something shifted for me over the last five years.  (For you Myers Briggs nerds, it was a gargantuan shift from INTP –> ENFP).

I love going at full-speed, and trying to capitalize on as much fun as humanly possible.  But I am missing the fruit that comes with quiet.  Once upon a time, I didn’t have to fight for that sort of time.  I grabbed solitude time by the hand, daily; it was beautiful and it was a rhythm.

To be honest, it was also a bit more lonely, all that solitude time.  I don’t necessarily miss it.  Yet, I long for a return to truly seeing things again:  noticing things, writing down words, quietly taking Holga photos, and the like.





to bring back to consciousness


Things I Am Grateful For; March 19, 2014

1. The house on St. Louis street, and all the friends / housemates contained by it.

2. Sonnets that I can only half-translate.

3. Tinder. (Don’t judge.)

4. The challenge of stepping into new creative roles at work, even if by tiptoe.

5. Our church community on the tattered edge of Hollywood: Basileia.

6. Baby Vera’s deep belly laughter / when she locks eyes with me and smiles.

7. SMS and silly emojis that make my family feel not so far away – though I’m on the left coast.

8. Fish tacos.

9. Sriracha.

10. Walks alone on Spring Street to The Last Bookstore.

[Holga image by bluegreen 405]

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