lately, I have been thinking about changing my blog name. The title, I mean. When I first started the blog,"earthensoul" I was in a full-time pottery degree class. I also had a tiny Lilly grant that funded my first semester, so, I wanted to write about the connections with clay, earth, and my soul, spirit, faith.
I love that. but did you know that "earthensoul" is some weird character on some weird witchy (don't get me wrong, I love Wiccans) game site...and also a new-agy name for spirituality and childbirth site.... anyway.
So, this is my question. If I switch to a different blog, do I go away from Blogger? Can I still be a revgal? How does that work? Is there a better "blog" program that I would like? Would I know the difference?
I am thinking of two names: Broken Bowl and con Alma (which means with soul) or La Tierra con Alma which is earth with soul in Spanish, but I don't really speak Spanish.
it is monday. it is my day off. it is not yet 10 o clock am and I have done all I really need to do for now-- (o.k. not true, but the kitchen is mopped, scrubbed, and cleaned, bed made, living room picked up, and the professional junk removers have already been here to removed a pile of dirt in our driveway that was growing flowers --don't ask--and the dead fridge in the basement. so what about those other errands...and exercise? don't ask) in any case, after I take my dear doggies for a spin through the neighborhood, today becomes officially national art day at my house. I am going to make some tiles and bowls and platters in the basement and I am going to collect all my sources that inspire me and put them in a beautiful scrap book and I am going to make a bracelet or two and maybe some earrings. just because I want to. and because the floors have been mopped, and the dirt is gone.
literally. I might not be getting all the nitty gritty chores done, but choosing to not do one more thing before I...whatever, fill in the blank....is lovely. I might be making myself too "calm" though....;-)
My other thought for the day. Beloved was out of town for five days. When either of us leave the nest, it is a lot of work to keep up with the menagarie, but that is a given.
What isn't a given, though, is that by about the end of the third day, I am deplorably tired and lonely--even though I interact with friends, talk with neighbors, catch up on emails, whatever. Not tired from the work, but just feeling like a piece of me has been missing too long. It's like I can't do anything except what I have to...(which is plenty). Monday and Tuesday were LOOOOONG, and I felt depleted. Less than five minutes after picking up Beloved at the airport, I felt like I could take on the world. Sigh. I am so amazingly blessed.
That's it for now. Off to order Sunday School Curriculum.
Today this week my goal... Or should I say practice? Ok my practice is going to be to give myself enough time. Often I try to squeeze in so much into my minutes that I end up rushed and unaware. I've started this morning. I printed my sermon, etc last night. (yes I usually wait til Sunday am just to give the Spirit more time :-) this morning has been so full and reflective and it is just 8 am. I want to explore this more, but right now I am going to finish getting ready so I can get to church early to give myself enough time there!
Joy comes in the morning , holy One... May your joy be complete in me this morning. Amen.
Today I spent way too much time at the studio. Well, I loved it, but I had a few other things to do. Beloved is out of town for a day less than a week, so there are many chores, not to mention my work, to consider getting done. In any case, after tearing myself away from glazing and clay, I did a few errands, and by the time I got home it was time to offer all animals an early supper. So, I did. After I cleaned litter boxes. Yes, boxes.
Usually after they eat, the doggies expect their walk. I had not exercised yet, so I got all my gear on--you know, my "frog bra" from Title Nine that guarantees no bounce (which is true, it is a major masher, but I need it), the right socks, wicking shirt and capris--I decided I would jog again today, because it felt so good yesterday. (jog, not run--we are talking 11 minute miles here folks). I have been alternating days between Shredding and jogging, but I felt like I needed a jog today. The skies were threatening and the wind was picking up. I really wanted to do my exercise first, to avoid a possible storm, but then, the doggies were looking at me with those puppy dog eyes....
So we walked. 'Round the block. A bit of a shortchange, or compromise--depending on where you are sitting in stadium.
When we returned, I popped on my ipod shuffle and took off. Wind picking up even more. Dark Skies. More wind. Me, jogging to Natalie Cole...thinking," oh this will blow right over me, I am invincible, I will go the whole way, I don't have to stop at the track and do some laps and go home, I can do the whole route I have mastered twice this week...." and BOOOM!!!! A powerful downpour, rain whipping into my face so now I am jogging with my eyes closed because I can't keep them open because the rain is slicing into them....
And I get drenched. And my little shuffle, soaked and expired. Dead. Sigh.
And there is no existential meaningful point to this story.
It is just a report on what I did today, and how I figured out that God is not going to stop the wind and the rain for me so I can go jogging. Not that I expected that....