positive pointing # 55: happy to be myself

...because if i am myself then the person who made this card is my father and if that man is my father, then i am happy.

thanks mom and papa, for always making me feel loved by sending me paper mail that arrives in my teeny mailbox. oh how i love mail that i can feel! slide my finger under the corner of that flap so the paper tears just so across the top. (mailboxes are infinitely better than inboxes.)

no matter how awful i am at calling you, your letters are always packed full with love and sunshine and arrive, usually, when i need those two things the most :) the timing is always impeccable.

positive pointing #54: party with my birthday presents!

thank you CHALICE! for my wonderful little somethings that arrived yesterday. thrilled to pieces because
(1) my birthday is still going 23 days later.

(2) i have a yellow, bean shaped (um. cute.) reusable bag with an attached baggie for it to fold into! GENUIS design!

(3) i no longer have to keep all my checks in that cold, creepy, navy blue, wanna-be snake skin cover. so cold and creepy i could never actually keep it in my purse. now i'll carry my checkbook with pride baby. pride.

(4) i have a tin box of dark chocolate covered "nibs". fun to eat, fun to say.

(5) my scarf collection just recieved beautiful new member. i think it's sort of the prom queen of the bunch. making the others a tad jealous.

(6) i can now wear my love for chalice in the form of at hearty, arty little pendant. insert heart swelling with pride here.


getting gifts like these makes me feel endlessly KNOWN. loved.

what gifts have made you feel known & loved?

positive pointing #53: our operation station

usually in the evenings, this is where Eric and I end up.

I adore it.

He works on his print under his decidedly-pixar lamp, scraping away with curious little tools. and I "waste" time on the internet researching countless things that I've been thinking about all day : recipes, craft ideas. I'll catch up on blogs that i like, and just generally pitter-patter all over. taking notes on what i find. all the while, constructing my to-do list for the next day. and every now and then one of us will break the silence with some useless piece of information which usually calls for some amount of action: a slice of cake, a glass of water, a bubbling laugh, a spinning around of my laptop so he can see, a read-aloud.

I know our evenings won't always look like this. The tides and our desires will turn and our evenings will start to look different. we'll commit ourselves to other people, other places, other activities --all lovely in their time.

but for this time, for right now sitting here in the eveings with eric is feeling alot like just what I've been waiting for.

positive pointing #52: newness

It is most definently fall...

I've worn my thick black leggings
I've worn three different scarves
I've pulled the flannel sheet set & all my boots
out of a cardboard box yesterday
and wore my tall, brown pair two days in a row
(never got hot. infact, my toes were still a little cold.)
I've been sweeping yellow leaves out of the store
and craving soup in the evenings

and friday morning, i saw this little scene outside my window
and i knew it could not possibly be any other season but fall:

(yes, that's an acorn between his paws. just about died.)