Semi-logical Speculation

We are a family of story-tellers. We don't even do it on purpose. Stories just come our of imagination, curiosity, nosiness, semi-logical speculation.

Sometimes we'll be driving in our car and we'll see something strange. Someone will say, "Hey! Did you guys see that (insert strange occurrence)?!"And someone else will start to make up a story about the origin of the strange thing. A typical drive can sound something like this:

Person 1: "Hey! Did you guys see that lady? She was standing waiting for the light and she only had one high-heel on."
Person 2: "Hmm. That's weird. Maybe she lost the other one."
Person 1/3/4: "Doing what?"
Person 2: "Maybe it got stuck in the mud or something."
Person 1/3/4: "Where would she be walking through the mud in high-heels?"
Person 2: "Maybe she owns some horse stables and she was just going to check on the horses before she went to work."
Person 3/4: "But one of the horses was sick...and so she had to go tell the vet but her car was broken so she had to walk. But one of her heels got stuck in the mud in the stable. But the horse is really sick, like dying, so she has to hurry to get to the vet before he closes his office."
Person 1: "Why wouldn't she just call the vet? Or why wouldn't she just call someone to give her a ride to the vet?"

By this point, we've long passed the one-shoed lady. Who really knows where she was going or what happened to her other shoe... No one really knows what her life is like, what her name is, who she loves, what she believes in...and it really doesn't matter. Because the next time we pass that corner she was standing on with only one shoe, someone in my family will un-doubtably say, "Hey. This is the place we saw that lady with the sick horse."

I like these things

Because the last couple of blogs have been "downers," I decided to focus my mind on things I like (aside from the given family, friends, etc.). Call me a hipster if you must... but each of these things touches something in me, resonating nostalgia, love, peace, beauty, connectedness, something--something good.

Trees

Dresses

Polaroids

Lace

French

Type writers

Bows

Fall Colors

Scarves

Laughing

The beach in the winter

Lavender scent

Flowers: lilacs, orchids, lilies, tulips, gardenias, etc.

Folk music

Feathers

Clothes lines

Dessert

Clip-on earrings

Dryer sheets

Water colors

Museums

Books

Cafe Au Laits

Windows

Art journals

Pearls

Details

Crayola Super-Tip Washable Markers

Malbec wine

Writing

Singing Tracy Chapman in my car with my sunglasses on and the windows down.

Anxiety

It's like the dripping of an ocean; the tension in your jaw; the constant, present feeling of that dream you almost remember.
It's like someone lifted the drain-stopper but you don't know which part of that analogy you are.
It's like that part in the movie that you know is going to change everything.
But you don't know the decision. You don't even know the genre.
It's like fightorflightorfightorflight but nothing happens.
You smile calm like a riptide, embarrassed that you misspelled your diagnosis.
It's like white noise in your whole body you don't know how to clear.
But what if you did? What would be left?

Everything is fine. It's fine. Everything is fine.