I am trying to carve out a little time each week to come here and write. The problem is that I’ve been staring at a blank screen for about 30 minutes and am not sure what to write about. I have a zillion post ideas when I’m running around like a crazy woman but when I finally get to sit down… nothing!
So how about a few tiny bits of zen from the last few weeks?
Years ago in Kentucky I was walking to work and a Jamaican woman passed by and said good morning. It startled me and she laughed and said, “In this country no one says good morning. Back home everyone says it.” Since then I try to say good morning to everyone I pass, a habit that Sabine has now adopted. I love hearing her tiny voice say “Good morning!” and watching a strangers face light up.
I actually broke out my camera yesterday, something that I have not done in a long time, and shot beautiful fall photos of Sabine. She is growing up so fast! You can check them all out on Sabine Daily.
My bus driver last week said “Y’all” and it made my heart do a great big flip flop.
“Are you from the south?” I asked as I leaned over my seat.
“My parents are from Alabama… Why?”
“You said ‘Y’all’ when you announced the last stop. I am from Alabama and it was so nice to hear. A bit of southern zen on the BxM1 if you will.”
My nose is healing beautifully. It was worth the wait and exhausting hunt to find a good surgeon. One month out and the skin graft is only noticeable if you look closely. In another month I’ll go back to discuss having a procedure done to erase the scar completely. He said he could also erase the scar on my forehead from the skin graft was taken, but I think I might keep that. It is hidden under my bangs and, honestly, I kind of like it. Much like my c-section scar, it is a reminder of how strong I am and of how amazing the body is at healing wounds. I need that right now. I think I’ll keep my forehead scar.
I have become obsessed with how my skin is aging and have started researching off-beat ways to improve texture and smooth wrinkles. This week’s experiment… diaper cream on my face. Yep. You can call me Butt Head. I’ll let you know how it works. The last attempt at Castor Oil as a cleanser ended poorly (think: teenage acne).