Walk the Dog, Sleeper, Around the World and Rock the Baby.

What is it about being unemployed and moving home that makes me stay up late and resurrect my blog?

Wait.  Don't answer that.

I love a lot of things.

[lavender. peanut butter. flavored coffee. oceans [salt OR fresh water]. clouds. turquoise. not showering. cooking. eating. making cards. reading books. running. sleeping in tents. rafting. sleepy music. early mornings. fog. sunshine. bare feet. redwood trees. moss. chocolate. tea. using lots of periods while typing. braids. incense. tomatoes. experiments. chips and salsa. brushing my teeth with hot water. honey. museums. being alone. talking about life. reading scripture. journals. airports. mummy bags. asking questions. body odor [depending on its pungency]. accents [and i'm not talking abroad, i'm talking michigan vs. maine vs. pennsylvania vs. california. love it]. walks. exploring. rocks. maine. sebastapol. san francisco. occidental. gold coast coffee. pentwater in the summer. old things. not spending money. tea tree oil. black stretchy pants. et cetera.]

And I love writing.
For a number of reasons, but mostly because it is good for me. And I think I need some more good-for-me in my life for this o, so familiar stage where I don't know what direction I'm heading. I no longer consider myself a yo-yo runner. Unfortunately I haven't kicked the up and down nature of my writing habits. So unemployed self, you will now begin writing again. To sort some things out and remind yourself of some things.

To start things off, don't forget this:

For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken. How long will all of you attack a man to batter him, like a leaning wall, a tottering fence? They only plan to thrust him down from his high position. They take pleasure in falsehood. They bless with their mouths, but inwardly they curse. Selah For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken. On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Selah Those of low estate are but a breath; those of high estate are a delusion; in the balances they go up; they are together lighter than a breath. Put no trust in extortion; set no vain hopes on robbery; if riches increase, set not your heart on them. Once God has spoken; twice have I heard this: that power belongs to God, and that to you, O Lord, belongs steadfast love. For you will render to a man according to his work.  psalm 62.