Light

Sometimes they're Cat Stevens' mornings - like the very first breath of light in the universe.

Which kind are you?

It's Saturday afternoon, I've been up since early o'clock hungry for breakfast, but can't tear myself away from the computer, catching-up on blogs and email, video chatting with friends, researching Nanaimo properties and all other manner of distraction online. And, perhaps because I'm feeling vagabondish, here's the best one today: The 23 Types of Vagabond.  While I'd love to be a hooker or angler - there's something visually poetic there - I'll settle for rogue, definitely rogue...

Sunday

I'm slowly moving around today at the tail-end of a 48 hour humdinger migraine. And I mean humdinger, the kind of humdinger that leaves you a ball under the blankets, unable to move or eat. The choice between eyes open or closed, standing or sitting, between dehydration or nausea is all so equally painful and unappealing,you curl-up in darkness, suspended, waiting for it to pass. This was a long one. Today will be another day at home, I'm thankfully vertical again, even if my head feels like a ton of cotton wool on top of a land mine and my spine aches. I daren't even photograph outside today. Oliver Sacks describes migraines as nerve storms and it does feel like that. Emerging after the storm, I'm glad to have gotten through it, all that's left now is to re-build. Today I'll get some laundry done, catch-up on the dishes. Make some simple and soothing broth. The vacuuming can wait until later.

Lists

Lists and lists of things to do at the office and at home. It feels a bit like a fast moving stream backed-up by a beaver's dam called "waiting for my place to sell". So in the spirit of lists, here is the wonderful Lists of Note by Shaun Usher.

Wheee!

I just booked a one-way flight to Vancouver. Wow.

Sunday Morning

A naughty start to the day, I'm missing week three of the Learn to Run group. I knew I was going to miss it last night, tumbling into bed at one a.m., wine and munchies filled after a lovely evening with friends. We're hatching a plan for an art salon house party. It will be fun and will hopefully raise some food for the Food Bank. More on that as the time gets closer.

Still no offers on my place, there have been a few more showings and some queries that make me think people are thinking seriously about it, but none ready to take the plunge as yet. I quite understand, it's a big decision. I'm having my own moments of self-doubt about the whole thing. Wondering if the upheaval is worth it. I know this is part of the process - the yucky part - when you're in between, uncertain about the present and the future, craving certainty. Times like this I wish I had a life-partner's shoulder to lean on, a solid, stable and familiar ground outside of myself to rest.