This week I came across a series of posts called taking stock. (Originating here). I figured I’d give it a go. Taking stock like making stew with a little bit of this and a dash of that.
Making : Whoopie!…No I’m not. But I’ve always wanted an occasion to say it- so there it is.
Cooking : A lot! It’s a new life, new leaf. Lately it has been sautéing Kale, Butternut squash, onion, carrots, celery and chicken in olive oil with an itty bit of aged Parm.
Drinking : Water, more water, so much water. I haven’t drank this much water in my life. But now it’s one of the few drinks I’m allowed. And let’s be honest Tea is just flavored water. I just haven’t gotten used to Kombucha yet. Ugh!
Reading: Domino Magazine. Well, looking really, not reading per say. So glad it’s back!
Wanting: A giant tub to soak in, a fuzzy robe to curl up in, while sitting before a warm fire.
Looking: For an escape hatch. There must be one here somewhere.
Playing: With words. I am writing stories, poems and emails to friends.
Wasting: Fruit. I don’t like mushy bruised bits, so I am cutting away more than necessary.
Sewing: Bottons. My machine is getting tuned up so all hand sewing for now.
Wishing: For something new to arrive in my life.
Waiting: For a pleasant surprise or the other shoe whichever arrives first.
Liking: Bridge. Seriously this is a fun card game. Keeps my mind honed.
Wondering: About hard boiled eggs. Do I need a timer? Is there a trick to easy peeling?
Loving: Voice lessons. Once a week I get to stretch my range and repertoire.
Hoping: I start to feel better soon.
Marveling: At my restraint. My friend brought homemade chocolate chip cookies to bridge and I haven’t indulged. Not because I don’t want b/c I can’t. Still being good. See above.
Needing: To float, let go, and be cradled in warm water. A hammock would do in a pinch.
Smelling: My perfume. Creepy I know! At least I didn’t say my armpits.
Wearing: OUT….okay, okay and my fuchsia sweater.
Following: My heart and everything it is whispering these days.
Noticing: Dark circles under my eyes.
Knowing: There is no shame in feeling deeply. Cry if you must. Never hide the truth on your face. Suppression only delays the inevitable.
Thinking: About life as Art and Art as life. Whose masterpiece is this?
Feeling: My story manifest imbedded in my pores.
Bookmarking: Everything I want to accomplish before the year ends- projects, dreams and long term goals. My cowlicks like dog-eared pages of my mind.
Opening: My heart to the possibility of growth, transformation and flight.
Giggling: Not often enough these days.
Feeling: Present to the beginnings that lie inside the endings.
See you Monday and perhaps give Taking Stock a whirl.
Blast from This Blogs Past
The Weekend Reading List
- 15 Things to do when you wake up sad on your 38th birthday: ~ Love Jeanette LeBlanc and her raw pure expression.
- Blog Design Resources ~ Great resource. I had to share.
- Date a Girl Who Writes ~ She is obviously a writer but I can’t argue her logic.
- For My Grandmother ~ A tender and poignant reminder not to let the little moments of connection pass us by.
- A guide For When You Are New to New York ~ I am certainly not New but this actually cleared up a thing or to even for me.
Lennon & Maisy Singing Hey Ho (Lumineers) at Opry