Li'l Sis

I am going shopping with my little sister today. Actually, a more appropriate term would be my 'younger' sister, considering that she outgrew me when she was 10 and I was eighteen.
She has blossomed this year. I've never seen anyone truly blossom the way she has. When I remember the little, slightly awkward baby of a sister I had last year, I almost don't recognize who she is now. It's not very often that you look at a person and can so clearly see every inch of brilliant potential they posses. It sparkles in her eyes; it's written in every new graceful line in her body; it dances out with every word she speaks. I ache to give her the tools and opportunities to do and become everything I haven't, but I can't. She is her own very individual person, and I can't wait to see what she does with her life.
I love you baby sister!

b-a-n-a-n-a-s

This morning I cut up a banana and ate it in my granola. I'm sure people do it every day, but the banana opened a whole little drawer of memories for me.
When I was little, my brothers and I ate cold cereal with bananas all the time. But pretty soon one of us simply did away with the cereal, and for weeks we lived on milk and bananas. It was like heaven in a bowl. Sprinkle on a little sugar when mums back was turned, and it was quite the feast! But like a song that's overplayed on the radio, I eventually ate too many bowls of bananas and milk and for a long time couldn't stand the odd yellow fruit. I worked myself up to the point of being able to eat a banana, but only if it was slathered in peanut butter, or disguised in the form of my sisters banana bread.
I haven't touched them in a long time, but this morning the bright little bananas on my counter beckoned to me, and I gave in.
I think I have made my peace with bananas.

Lavender Festival.
God help us all.

It is the most incredible feeling to be loved. But not only to be loved, but to be known, and loved all the more for that knowing. The other evening David (my shockingly gorgeous fiance) and I were quietly relaxing in each others company, when my fingers absentmindedly began moving as if they were playing the piano.
"I love when you do that," he said suddenly, the lines around his mouth crinkling up with his smile. There is nothing about me that he closes his eyes to, or pretends not to notice. Every part of my personality and character he understands and appreciates. He has such a clear picture of who I am and what I'm made of, and is still absolutely crazy about me. I have never felt so free; never so devoted.

May I Introduce...

the mind behind this blog.
I'm rather out of practice. I used to do this all the time...
But life seems to have had me in a tumble dry high for the last 3 years
and until today
I had no urge to write
No words to say.
It's very hard to put immense emotions into phrases that other people can understand, especially when you are somehow numbed in spite of those emotions.
But I have come alive again!
As this little blog grows,
May you enjoy the random thoughts, private jokes, lectures and rambles that you find;
May you come to know and understand, and find comfort in the fact that you are not
the only contradiction out there.