a + b =c

There's a book on my borrowed nite-stand. It's entitled The Meaning of Life. I'm tempted to find out the answer.


What if life was that simple? What if instead of Science, Social Studies and Math we took The meaning of life, Being cool, How to not get your heart broken, etc. Would that take all the "fun" out of the lessons learned along the way?


I'm often caught searching for that quick explanation and answer. To become this way I need to do "this", I feel this way because of "this". Oddly enough, I'm discovering that a quick explanation isn't always right, or moreover it's only a glimpse into a larger reality. "Life's a dance you learn as you go?"...maybe so. Or maybe, life's a dance you learn as you let go. Let go my desire to control, understand, and be in sole charge of. Actually, it's sort of refreshing when I re-realize that my little brain can't come up with the answers and meaning to everything. There's something freeing about that. Knowing that ultimately, He is the only one who has that all figured out.

"R"unning

I've been neglecting a relationship in my life as of late.

You see, "R" and I haven't spent much alone time together lately. We are still hanging out quite a bit but in all actuality it's only been in group settings. While in Seattle we rekindled our alone time and I realized how much I'd missed it. I drastically went from spending 5 days alone with "R" for several months, broke up for a little bit, then re-established our relationship with the guidance and support of a group. But I think it's time I take others out of the picture. No, not completely, but I've realized it's become more about the group than about just "R" and me. I've not been able to nurture the personal side of it. So...tomorrow I'm setting a date with "R" and nobody else.

Sight Sea-a-tling

Tidbits from Seattle:

I forgot my shampoo, toothpaste, deoderant, and face wash, but that's the least of my concerns. I don't have Northface shoes on...does that make me stick out? I think you can tell how long someone's lived here by the ruggedness of their shoes-the deeper and more crevacy the rubber soles, the longer they've been in relationship with Seattle. Currently, I'm sitting at a bus stop-trying to act like I know what I"m doing. Trying to be cool and hip as I jaunt down ideas in my notebook. Shoot-I don't have any coffee in my hand.

Everyone here is active! I love it! Biking, hiking, walking, running, swimming-all things that I have done while here. Oh yes-and jumping (ok...stepping off) a high diving board. People don't look at you funny when you are wearing spandex and a bike helmet. It's the norm. So are happy hours, good cheap food abounds at early and late hours of the evening. Must replenish after all the adventures.

While running around Green Lake (There were people wearing long sleeves, in August, how crazy!) I was reflecting on the beauty of the scenery while I was also reflecting upon the freedom that comes from anonymity. I loved the fact that nobody knew me, that I was this stranger in a new town. That's one of the key reasons I like to travel. There are no memories in a visiting city, neither good nor bad, there are no hurts in a visiting city, no responsibilities or obligations, only potentials.

Can you pronounce "Pho". Do you have some bubble tea to sip on as you decide which noodle bowl you will choose? Don't worry, nobody judged me for not being able to pronounce this chinatown and U"dub" staple. The only thing I got picked on for was saying "ya'll". But ya'll...what else do you use? Question-how do you possessify ya'll? Ya'll's?

I suggest a trip to Seattle. And also having a friend who is a wonderful hostess to welcome you in. Thanks Ash!