Sunday evening

It was a full, but decent day.

I needed nature, color, creativity, and light. All done at a slow pace.

I accomplished all of those things with a trip to a beautiful waterfall on the edge of the mountains, followed by (mostly) window shopping my way through Kensington. Colorful items. Beautiful and creative things. And a bookstore, because it couldn't truly be a good day without a bookstore stop.

Then home, a bit of organizing, a trip to mom and dad's to pick up a tool, assembling a bookshelf, running out the door to church.

I have some thoughts on church coming soon I think. I've been having a lot of thoughts on that subject lately.

I re-listened to a sermon Rob Bell preached a while back as I drove today. It spoke to some things that have been close to the surface of my heart this last while. I think I'll be listening to it over and over again this week as I drive to and from work, and as I pray through these things. More thoughts on that are likely coming at some point too.

My vitamin schedule was wonky yesterday. It helped to have that back in the approximately normal times today. I'm still shocked by how much difference the many pills I'm taking these days make in my ability to cope with life. It's almost scary to me. And yet, it helps, so, other than griping about the fact that I'm swallowing approximately 17 pills a day, I'm going to stick to it for now.

I need to go to bed now I think. Well, to be fair, I need to do a bit of cleaning first. Time to tidy my space just a little to re-create peace. And then, maybe reading. I have a book to finish, and a new one I picked up today that I'm excited to read.

Photos from Yesterday

As I mentioned yesterday, for the first time in a while I was feeling up to making an effort with my appearance, and was feeling like I looked nice. My dad took a couple of pictures and emailed them to me as evidence!

Hangover?

I slept some last night.

A funny, interrupted sort of sleep.

I got up at around 3 am, to close the windows in the kitchen and living room. It seemed there was a bit of a thunderstorm going on, and the rain pelting against my bedroom window told me that if we didn't want puddles to mop up this morning, I'd probably better get out of bed and close the other windows.

I'm feeling unsure what to do with myself today.

The extremes of emotion from yesterday have left me feeling a bit hung-over, and uncertain.

I think I'll probably go to places that invite color and light. Maybe a shop I discovered a while ago in Kensington. Maybe a walk along the bow river. Maybe a trip to the Tibetan shop where I've purchased a few different favorite things.

But I'm trying to be careful too. Because I know my own tendency to shop, simply to try to dispel leftover emotion. To seek joy in purchasing, instead of being able to rest into it.

So, I'm off to shake off another night of odd dreams, and the leftovers of emotion from a crazy day.

It might actually require a trip to the mountains. Or at least the forest or a park.

We'll see.