in a place.

It was a week. We both had a long hard cry.

Not okay.

This week has been a week. The sort of days when even Milano's don't fix it (and believe me, I have tried). I just feel out of place. The life of a housewife is very lonely. Even with my dear Jonesey and Melanie. I just....


But I had a moment. One from all of this, a second of clarity. Call me crazy, but I absolutley heard God. There wasnt much to say but I pulled myself out of this house and went to Pisga to shoot. I just don't stop to smell the flowers often and I could only hear him say, just sit. So, I did and for a minute I took everything in.

Away.

Everytime we leave home I wish we would do so permanently. I don't know if it's the wooing of the sun that captures my heart or the reality of how boring this place is, but I get the itch. The youth in me says pack it up and just go but the mom in me has to research about good schools and the right economy... and I hate her. In the end it's always the same, my husband brings me off my cloud and wispers

                                                                                  one day.

Applying Sunscreen.

I am not so good at keeping up. I woke up one day and Spring just swept me off my feet and put me back down, dizzy. This time of year kills me. I'm frantic to clean the house and obsessive with lists. I love lists. I make them and always have, sometimes for the satisfaction of crossing something simple off. Put clothes on easily becomes Put clothes on. But I love it.

So while I've been list making and not here, I took some pictures that I thought I might share.