Clearly, I know what’s important.
I wanted to write a love poem to the wind, to the hill, to the castle.
There was so much to see!
Just found out the haunted mansion we’ll be residing in this week whilst in Scotland does not have internet. Perhaps this is true and I’ll enjoy my time off, or perhaps I’ll be able to weasel my way onto the interwebs… we shall see. Just in case I’m forced to abandon you for technical reasons, please know that I will be instaspamming my trip. Follow along if you’d like. Or don’t. Whatever.
I woke up to mail from Minnesota yesterday- it was just like Christmas! Behold the best coffee in the world and my new Minnesota tea towel, which I will probably never actually use but occasionally take from the drawer, unfold, and then fondly gaze at before carefully folding it and placing it back in the drawer where it belongs. Oh Minnesota, I will always love you!
Thanks for the package, Mom! xx
I made a salad the other day with whatever I had in the fridge- radishes, tomatoes, pickled beet root, cheese- and as I was cutting the radishes I was arrested by their loveliness. By their crisp, clean insides and vibrant skins that shined almost magenta in the sun.
I’m falling in love with the English countryside. Over the weekend, the Redcoat and I wandered down footpaths, through fields and forests, and along country roads- sometimes having to press our bodies into the hedge to let a car pass by. We picked wild raspberries and deeply inhaled the sweet country air. We were scratched by thrones, warmed by the sun, and awed by the beauty around us. We stopped in quiet pubs for water and cheese sandwiches, then continued on our journey with our bellies full and our mouths smiling. It was lovely.
I’ve pulled myself out of a Twin Peaks mega-binge to share some of the gifts I’ve found on these here interwebs. Enjoy!
Over & out.
Do you dream? I’m one of the lucky/cursed who dreams every night, multiple times. I’ve woken up laughing, crying, screaming, and drooling. I’ve killed people in my dreams, I’ve been killed, I’ve fallen in love, and I’ve been betrayed. I’ve traveled to other planets, I’ve met people I admire, and I’ve been on thousands of adventures. Sometimes it’s lovely, but usually it’s not.
Right now I’m in the midst of a cycle of terrible dreams. Brutal, violent, and ugly dreams. It’s all too familiar that I’ll awaken in the middle of the night, my hands clammy and balled in fists and my whole body stiff with fear. Instead of simply rolling over and going back to sleep, I lie awake and watch the shadows move across the wall as dawn approaches and the sun begins to rise. I’m tired, but not sleepy, and it’s not until the room is blushing with the pink of early morning that I can find sleep again. It’s cruel and exhausting and I wish for just one night that I could sleep a solid eight hours of restful, dreamless slumber.
Thought I’ve been intrigued to do so after particularly bizarre dreams, I’ve never looked into the meaning and symbolism of my dreams. To be honest, I’m sometimes afraid to learn what these dreams may reveal about me. Instead, I just accept is as a byproduct of having an overactive imagination or a genetic disposition to channeling certain emotions and fears into my dreams. Regardless, I’m tired- so so tired- and hope I sleep through the night soon. I’ll settle for seven hours of really good sleep- maybe even six- but I just want really good sleep.
*If that is true, my heart is a corrupt and troubled organ that is definitely in need of a psychotherapist.
p.s. Has anyone seen Sleepwalk with Me yet? I’m dying to see it.
As always, thank you for taking a peek at my simple little life.
I’m really flattered that you made it all the way to the bottom of this post.
It means a lot. Really, it does.