Last night I slept for 13.5 hours. It wasn't very good sleep either. I had weird dreams that I kept thinking were real memories before realizing that the dream stuff couldn't have happened in real life and they had been crazy far fetched dreams. I was waking up covered in sweat. Maybe I'm fighting something off. I didn't even feel rested when I got out of bed this morning. So I decided to take bear bait out for our daily power walk in order to bring myself back to life. It didn't work.
But once home, and nice and sweaty, I decided to check my email and much to my singing hearts thrill I saw a friend notification from facebook. Guess who wanted to friend me! My baby Matt. Best email ever. Naturally I immediately accepted Matt's friend request, and naturally I will never ever comment on anything he writes, I'll just take comfort in being allowed the little peeks into his life.
I should not have eaten that big bowl of black bean soup earlier today.
You'd think that after all that time in bed last night I could make it through the day without a nap. Nope. Took an afternoon snooze.
I found a bird to photograph today. I passed it while driving. I didn't stop because Evan and the husband were in the car with me. Instead I came back to the house, made everyone's lunch and then went back with my finger's crossed hoping the bird was still there. It was. I was trying to tell myself that if it wasn't there any more, or of it had been run over and destroyed that maybe it just wasn't meant to be, but I didn't really believe all that meant to be fate crap and would have ended up with some serious resentment issues if I had returned to a smear of blood and feathers on the road. When I approached the intact bird I realized it is magnificent. It was on it's back and it's chest was like a watercolor wash of pastel colors with black polka dots. I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. I am restocking my truck with bags and I am never passing a subject by again. I don't care who is in the car with me.
I need to find another photographer's group. I need the creative stimulation and I need the sincere support.
I have lots of friends, but I love having new friends every now and then, because I believe friends is a wonderful gift from God.:)
Posted by: writing jobs | September 05, 2011 at 02:59 PM