I spent a long time trying to find my center until I looked closely one night & found it had wheels & moved easily in the slightest breeze, so now I spend less time sitting and more time sailing.
~Storypeople
Hello to my faithful few…
I’m starting a new blog, one more specifically involving my art. I haven’t been able to figure out what to do with this space here. Bringing my art out more into the public eye makes me feel vulnerable. As if I’m showing so much of myself there that I don’t want much else seen. I don’t know if that makes sense…
I’m leaving this here for now. I may go through my posts and edit more, mostly just hiding ones of too personal of a nature. Or I may eventually close it down completely. I’m not sure.
You can find my art here though: www.anjolieyork.wordpress.com
And as I get my widgets and all updated there will be links to my etsy store: www.anjolieyork.etsy.com and my facebook.
Hope all is well.
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Pink and Bushmills and yes, garlic in my chili please…
Momma’s hot glue gun and broken (now fixed) Halloween decorations…
Kitty ghosts chasing me through half-asleep dreams…
October time.
November time.
December time.
Already waiting for Spring…
~Our beloved Hooter, may she rest in peace. 10.09.09~
I’ve been dealing with matters of the heart of late…but then what isn’t a matter of the heart? So many things are…
Has it been eight years?
It has.
I remember driving down the highway in New York State and seeing the signs “Manhattan Closed”.
Who closes Manhattan?
I remember seeing the many long caravans and hardly another car on the road.
Was it World War III?
I remember the shock as I watched a plane fly into the World Trade Center and not knowing what to do so we went to the gym just to keep moving…and then the second plane.
We stopped moving for a bit then…
I remember.
Hard to believe it’s already been eight years.
My condolences to all those who lost a loved one on that fateful day.
I have been questioning myself of late, about my dependency upon others. Not a dependency of validation or even emotional support, but this driving desire for connection…to experience myself by experiencing another. It seems counter to much of the spiritual teaching about self-awareness. It seems counter to sitting in meditation with the self. But for all of that, I am still driven to experience another…as if I couldn’t fully come to know myself alone. I believe this may be true. I believe I finally understand why God/dess started creating all this…and it was more than just boredom. ;)
…is that sometimes you forget who you are.
I’m trying to get back to here…but noplace seems to fit me anymore.
This is the center of the universe at this moment unless you’re looking in another direction, or are thinking about something from a long time ago, in which case it will wait quietly right here until you return.
~StoryPeople
…and been here since Monday. Almost all unpacked; my little girl has been staying at Grandma’s all week. Not quite the romantic interlude we’d imagined (after five years without one) but even with all the unpacking to do we found some time to spend together.
My mom and sister (and my lil’ nephew) are bringing her back tonight and actually just arrived. I’ve got to run and get everyone settled in for the night.
Pic above are the flowers I bought on my first trip to the grocery store. Something about having flowers makes a place feel more like home…
A very belated notice for my blog. No, I’m not moving my blog…I’m moving my entire residence 3,000 miles back across the States to Washington. Washington State that is. East side this time, with a lot less rain so you don’t have to worry about me molding.
I’ll let you know how it goes once we’re on the flip side.
Until then, take care!
~Anjolie
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