it pours.

It is almost 1:30 in the morning and I cannot sleep. Richard the pup is snoring beside me. I am sick, the christmas tree is finally up in this home. The reality of my God and the beauty of life has stabbed me back into living. It happened suddenly. I literally feel like i have been in a slumber, and i didnt realize it.

I was reading Annie Dillard and my old posts.

I used to love to live in the present, still do, but forgot how. I used to sit on my momma's front porch and write. I would scribble on her rocking chair, the date, my name, what i was feeling.

My mark on living in that moment. I was not worried about not having people near me, bc i had no one at the time, but in a way i miss being lonely, because i had nothing else but the moment before me. No one to run to to distract me from the beautiful reality of" I am alive!" I am breathing, feeling, dreaming...

It's that feeling of laughing so hard you can't find breath... Of staring at that sunset listening to that song. The one that pricks your heart and makes you feel like it was written just for you and for this moment. It's riding in the car with your feet hanging out the window. It is smelling the glossy coat of a horse and being taken back...and its lying in a field just listening..

I have forgotten how to just be in a breath of a moment.. but i am refreshed.

The fire has been put back under me. I will do things that make me come alive. I will wake with the sun and be astounded again.

I will rekindle my friendship with that person and truly taste that pumpkin latte. I will hitchhike to west knoxville tomorrow just for the hell of it and concentrate on my feet hitting the pavement.

BE AWAKE today, tomorrow, for the rest of your life really.

goodnight.

Meg

I have never been here..

I haven't blogged in a while. I have no reason as to why.

So much has happened. I have been dancing my little ass off at Sassy Ann's. I have friends again here, i have community, most of all i am knowing life. I think.

I cant really explain how damn good it feels to not let the anxiousness of controlling my own life get to me. IT IS GONE.

On my weak days i wonder what i am doing here, i want to skip off to another country. That whole" I'm young! i need to live while i can!" thing creeps back into my life. But what is "living" anyways. I can be living anywhere and the loneliness I felt not being fully known by the people i was around, it really killed me. Once upon a time..when I was traveling and had no intentions of stopping. If someone had told me I would be back here in knoxville,TN I would have cackled in their face.

Here i am. In the hometown where i was raised. 23 years old and my future is completely unknown, but ya know i am okay with it. I am hanging on to seeking the kingdom with all I have inside me. There i have found peace. Whenever anxiousness creeps back in, it is a clear sign that i am not tuning into him enough. Because true joy and peace cannot live where worry, doubt abide. They hate one another.

I have learned to let go and it is beautiful.

Ron Paul.Ron Paul

BEAUTIFUL. Josh Garrells

Farther Along 

Farther along we’ll know all about it 
Farther along we’ll understand why 
Cheer up my brothers, live in the sunshine 
We’ll understand this, all by and by 

Tempted and tried, I wondered why 
The good man died, the bad man thrives 
And Jesus cries because he loves em’ both 
We’re all cast-aways in need of ropes 
Hangin’ on by the last threads of our hope 
In a house of mirrors full of smoke 
Confusing illusions I’ve seen 

Where did I go wrong, I sang along 
To every chorus of the song 
That the devil wrote like a piper at the gates 
Leading mice and men down to their fates 
But some will courageously escape 
The seductive voice with a heart of faith 
While walkin’ that line back home 

So much more to life than we’ve been told 
It’s full of beauty that will unfold 
And shine like you struck gold my wayward son 
That deadweight burden weighs a ton 
Go down into the river and let it run 
And wash away all the things you’ve done 
Forgiveness alright 

Chorus 

Still I get hard pressed on every side 
Between the rock and a compromise 
Like the truth and pack of lies fightin’ for my soul 
And I’ve got no place left go 
Cause I got changed by what I’ve been shown 
More glory than the world has known 
Keeps me ramblin’ on 

Skipping like a calf loosed from its stall 
I’m free to love once and for all 
And even when I fall I’ll get back up 
For the joy that overflows my cup 
Heaven filled me with more than enough 
Broke down my levee and my bluff 
Let the flood wash me 

And one day when the sky rolls back on us 
Some rejoice and the others fuss 
Cause every knee must bow and tongue confess 
That the son of god is forever blessed 
His is the kingdom, we’re the guests 
So put your voice up to the test 
Sing Lord, come soon 

white knuckles.

We hold our hands out in front of us.
One is holding our lives.. gripped, tight, knuckles turning white.
The other reaching out to grasp for things that would seemingly make our lives full.
We add them to the gripped hand, scared each moment upon its opening, that something we worked so hard to get will seep through to be lost.
This job, that house, that man, this dream, that goal, acceptance from this person.
Searching for worthiness and an escape from our many falters.
All this gripping, fighting, seeking has still left us empty.
We knew it would. God, did we ever.
 It didn't stop us from fondling the world for something that would make us feel alive.
We want something more...
we were made for it.

There is this story we are made to be a part of.
It requires a beautiful letting go.
Our focus becomes singlemindely focused on a higher power, your kingdom father, It requires us to hold our own life, loosely, in our hands.
This time all the things inside are jumbled, not in the way we put them in, they swarm in the containment, fluttering in a beautiful mess. We are in awe of you and forget to care.
We aren't reaching out any longer, ONLY UP, and suddenly all the things we groan for, out of needing, appear in the hand that holds our life.
Father God, we fear missing out on what you have for us, but if we are writhing for you, how could we miss it?
Keep us hungry.
Kill our complacency.
Let us make roots in you so our branches can reach further.

We don't want a life we made, we want one that you breathed.

holding life loosely..

I know that i need to give it all up for you father. I know i need to count you in on every decision in my everyday life. Maybe i am thinking too hard again but sometimes i need to be reminded how this plays out? What does that even look like?
Small prayers at the coffee counter as to what drink i should get? constant idleness because i am waiting on a audible voice from heaven as to what to do with my day off? Me standing on the sidewalk trying to hear a word from you as to which street to walk down knowing that one small conversation with a new stranger could change my live or theirs? wow. i am nuts.

I just want to be seeking your kingdom in every moment within my day without having to become a monk in a life of complete solitude. On days i wake up in a rush, when i do not let your beautiful flavor reach my heart, my day feels wasted. Like i could have connected with people, loved people, but my selfishness, complacency hindered me in doing so. On days i choose you before my feet hit the ground, i am reminded of my joy, I have a purpose, and all my common fears of life vanish. My life has meaning, i feel a divine battle fluttering around me creating hope where darkness once lived. Suddenly i know deeply that all the desires of my heart will be given because i have faith that you will provide them in your timing, because i am seeking you with everything I have.

I have learned to hold life loosely. Just be tossed to and fro but smile and love while doing so. Thinking of you often. Speaking to you by just opening my heart throughout the day. Seeking ways to be intentional, jumping over walls that separate us from one another.

Help me show grace to those closest to me, father. I am just thankful for life.

"Heaven is under our feet, as well as over out heads"

-Henry David Thoreau

Hey you, look at your hands.

Can i just remind you how beautiful being human is? Look at the creases in your hands. No stop, and really look, you aren't that hungry, you don't have to pee that bad, and that person can wait for 3 minutes. Look at those creases. They are incredible. So are you and the God who formed them.

I may be high on life. I have my joy back. I have my God back. I stopped running my own life. It was risky but it feels damn good to let my loving God be in control again.

Church today at knoxlife really spoke to me. In the teaching, the pastor mentioned the fact that all through scripture, not once do you find Jesus in a hurry. He was always present where ever he was. Always trusting the father.

How do we live our lives? In a rush? Not taking time to notice the small things, choosing not to invest in that person because welll" i just don't have time. I gotta get this done because it will help me fulfill this and that makes me look better and more successful in the world's eyes, I am worth something that way" What is life to you? I wanna look back and say, that i invested time in something of goodness rather than say i paid my bills on time or became this hot shot.

I have been so joyful this week. I have killed my selfishness, looked outward and sought the kingdom this week more than i have been. It really hits home to know that we can derive out Joy from NOTHING else but the father. In the same light, we can always come to him and find Life. Is that not the most comforting thought imaginable?

Yeah we are definitely less than perfect, but we are more than just flesh and bone.

We are not just here to exists but to THRIVE. We are invited into the kingdom and God has specific plans for our lives. Why would we not seek after that with everything in us?!

Why can't i just let go of myself, my selfish desires that would never fulfill me anyways, and run to him who can give it all to me?Let go of everything. Stop struggling, running, chasing plastic, being wayward and know that you might be missing out on something huge. The full life that he has for you.

When i look back at year 23, will i just see how foolish i was trying to create this life without you? I cant run it myself, i make a mess of it every time. Father kill the pride inside that tells me i dont need you, because i do. God do i ever.

"I'm holding onto your love, letting go of myself, saying so long to everything else."

We all seek after meaningless jargon to make ourselves feel worthy, but we are worthy already. Know that.

I know i have a hippy countenance anyways but lets live in love you all. Not the cheap sex, hippy kind but the kingdom is crashing in kind.

Jesus is not walking around among us any longer, you can't find him on Gay street, but we can share his ways with those around us. Even if you have to step out of the routine that is killing you anyways. It is up to us. Father God, let us be flavoring to the lives around us. I say that with everything inside me.

starving without daily bread and no!, cookies will not work.

I awoke today almost letting the worry get to me. I didn't choose it, I chose joy instead.

I am learning a hard lesson this week. That i have pride, selfishness, stubbornness inside that i need to kill. I have been running my own life because waiting on him takes patience, and I appear to have none.

Church really spoke to me this week. The teaching was on the need for community. IT'S ABOUT TIME. I need this, desire this above everything else in my life. It is coming slowly but it is coming still. That made reflect on my desires, which made me realize i don't deserve any of them. I pray for community, for purpose for simplicity. For direction and guidance. How can i ever be in his will to receive these things rightly, if i am not seeking him out daily? He gives us the desire of our hearts but we have to chase him running full force to receive these things the way they are supposed to be received. I have been asking myself if i really believe he gives us what we desire. I have realized maybe i have the things right in front of me that i have been screaming for, or maybe they are close if only realize i need him first for them to be given.

I am selfish but that is changing. I want to be a person that loves always, serving so fully that I have no time to live inside of my own crazy head. ..chasing the things independently. I will be here, present. If i seek after him wholeheartedly, all of these things i was chasing after on my own will be given, and when he gives them I am in his will. I need the father first.

I wanna forget myself totally and love radically. Dwell on this today, if you are reading my words.

"The Divine Praises"
Francis of Assisi

You are holy, Lord, the only God,
and Your deeds are wonderful.
You are strong.
You are great.
You are the Most High.
You are Almighty.
You, Holy Father are King of heaven and earth.
You are Three and One, Lord God, all Good.
You are Good, all Good, supreme Good,
Lord God, living and true.
You are love. You are wisdom.
You are humility. You are endurance.
You are rest. You are peace.
You are joy and gladness.
You are justice and moderation.
You are all our riches, and You suffice for us.
You are beauty.
You are gentleness.
You are our protector.
You are our guardian and defender.
You are our courage. You are our haven and our hope.
You are our faith, our great consolation.
You are our eternal life, Great and Wonderful Lord,
God Almighty, Merciful Saviour.

old prayer found in a drawer

When I thought to be content without you..you dazzle me leaving me feeling foolish..

I would spend my days chasing you, but other breezes have caught my attention with their melodies lulling me to walk this way or that..

I have forgotten the sweet tune of my father..my God..

the only tune that ever settles my ever wandering spirit..is you.

I was wonderfully reminded of you today, in the quiet, creamy days of light,

I can still feel you after all this time.something thought to be easily forgotten..refreshed my thinking and latched on to my soul.

This desire will never cease. For even when I am far i am craving to be near you, and it is this craving that marks me as your own.

To measure our closeness in meters is foolish. Learning to know you has no standard. My heart has found freedom in you father God, and I curse my own life and claim it blessed in the same breath.

What is this invisible force pulling me towards you? It can't be defined, all I know is you have your hands on me, when I am so sure that its all me. I am wrong, so wrong. You take a highlighter to my life, make it noticed, through you unbending love. There are just no words to be found, there never are. I find you whispering words to my soul when I finally settle enough to listen..

"enjoy the simple beauty of me, set your suitcases down and be here"

I look at the light and feel like I see you behind it. You are faceless but wooing me still, and I am tousled...

why don't we eat strawberry tops?

My thoughts are so scattered. Easily and always.

Last night I went to a family friend's property to see our horses. Walking through a field barefoot, watching the sun dance in the field grass, riding four wheelers, and smelling the the coat of a horse, all reminded me of a greater time in my life. I am in my element with a life like this because it is simple and beautiful. I feel God in everything in times like these.

Everything i seem to do lately reminds me of what i desire out of this life. I want peace and joy. Land, people, hard work, white shutters, goats, chickens. I want the smell of hay, to watch the sun go down with people i love, on a front porch. I want rolling hills and tree swings. Banjo music and cold beer. I want to learn how to work together to make something happen with like minded people. This is how i want to settle... but its not time to settle now. I need people to want this with me. I want a life that is seen as beautiful and different, a part from how the rest of the world lives. I want to invite others in this life with me. I will always keep an open table.

I am at a point in life where my decisions are starting to matter. Things i decide now are starting to affect the rest of my life. Panic sets in that I'm not doing enough, but then this whole being at peace thing is important too, so I'm battling the two. Should I work towards building this life now, and then leave for adventure so i can have something to come home too? should i wait for when I am ready to settle? I want this place ready for me and ready to invite others to join me. This dream will remain living inside of me. It could be a while, but my stubbornness will prevail in making this a reality.

I was driving down the interstate today eating a strawberry. When i got to the leafy top, i wondered why we didn't eat that part. "Why don't I eat this part of the strawberry?! It is probably just as good for me as the rest", but somehow i have seen others not eat it, its the norm and i throw it out every time. Well before today.

I ate the top today.

I sat with this old lady this afternoon. I was reminded how beautiful it is to gain a stranger's trust and friendship. We bonded over C.S Lewis and healthy food. yeah thats right, I watched food inc. with an 80 year old french woman. Movie nights at her place will be happening soon.

The loneliness of these old people i am meeting makes me ache. They should be at a full table, with people, sharing their wisdom, being taken care of.

I battle staying here. I struggle paying the rent. I will know people here and get on my feet.

I will take Richard for walks at midnight and feel free on the sidewalk.

I pray that all who want and need something more today find it. True peace is there, its a gift. We can unwrap and delve in, save it for next christmas, poke at it, destroy it or star it for hours, years, i would say we all should open it and be amazed. Be intentional and laugh.

you cant run with suitcases...

so drop em and start frolicking in his joy like he wants you too...

Meg

grape cigar and folklore story day.

I sat on my porch with a book i got out of the free bin at mckays bookstore. The place hip people go to feel sane, when their alone.

The book is an icelandic folklore children's story. Sometimes i get sick of reading things for adult thought. I needed this.

My grape cigar tastes sweet, but i always have the lingering question of "what the hell am i doing here?" I need adventure today. Everyday to feel something.

I was missing the simplicity of my thought when i was a young girl. My wildness that was thoughtless and easy. It drove me to my childhood neighborhood. Two days ago, and im still thinking about it.

Driving down those familiar roads that are unknown to me now..I stuck my head out the window, to see if i recognized the smell. I did. It smelled the same. What was it.?!!

"There is the curve my brother wrecked on, there is the barn i first kissed a boy in, and here is that life-giving hill i road my bike down, recklessly with eyes closed."

I remember walking down that path to a field, to a pond, feeling those weird slimey frog eggs between my fingers.

I found myself standing between the two houses i lived in. Barefoot, wild-haired, and talking out loud to the unknown people inhabiting one of my houses. "Who the fuck are you in my house!?" "You arent even knowing life there!!" Life was great for me there, easy, wild, secure too."

They didn't hear me.....

I decided to drive up to the house i was born in. My friend Mr. Buckner lives there. He looks like santa clause and has one of the most tender hearts i know. He would run down to our house with his gun whenever there was a problem and i was scared. Once i got chased by a rabid coyote,.... we called buckner.

I used to ride my horse bareback up to his yard( i think i was still claiming it as my own) to pick apples. Once my horse went nuts and i got lodged between one of the branches and my horse. Why do i have to go to the chiropractor at age 23?

I walk in my old house and its smaller and different. Full of cigarette smoke and bad decorations. Mr. Buckner was so surprised and happy to see me now a woman. We stroll down memory lane while his new wife cuts bell peppers in the kitchen.

When it was time for me to leave, i hug him bye. He is misty eyed. I didn't realize I would have that affect. Maybe i didnt know how much he was seeing life in me when i was a little girl. Maybe i reminded him of another time.

He walked me outside, i looked at my old playhouse, empty and full of memories. All my old pets are buried here, the stain on the side of the house where i threw the egg, still there. I hop in my jeep. He stands, waves, smiles while i back all the way down the driveway. I drive up the hill i rode reckless on so many years ago, feeling selfish. Realizing how much i live for me, not remembering people who were there. Not caring of their well being now. I made a vow. I will search them out and tell them how i feel. I will remember and make them do the same. Maybe we can help each live life NOW, so we can look back at these moments like those.

Time is cruel. Fucking cruel.

We are here just long enough to ache and scramble, just short enough to not really care. Where is the in between?

I get pissed at the God i love. Claiming life as a cruel joke often. Then i see a child lose their ice cream off their cone, and i remember. It has to be this way. For now. We lose our ice cream, sometimes.

I work retail. I pay rent. I walk aimlessly. I am learning solitude and to see things as amazing. I am also saving all of my wanderlust up for something big. Grand. This is a season.

Everyone feels what i am feeling now. Why dont we talk to one another about it? I should pass you on the sidewalk and say" how are you handling the groaning of life today? suicidal? okay with it? lets get ice cream and watch our lump of goodness fall to the ground. Maybe we can share a laugh.

I feel like people dont know me sometimes.

I am nostalgic, always wanting comfort and good times simultaneously. Always living in the not good enough. I am still learning.

Good God am i ever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7X7sZzSXYs

please watch that.

Meggyyyy

can i really do this.

" A rolling stone gathers no moss"

My step-dad keeps telling me this.

I am finding it more and more true for me right now. I have no roots anywhere and i think it is time for some. Not to say that these roots cant be really long ones. ..right? the kind that stretch and move..;) I am making a life in a spot. I will work. I will play and most importantly i will know people. Who knows for how long. I am just trying to be okay with it by not thinking of all the crazier things i could be doing and seeing.

I am always chasing this fleeting beauty that i can never fully capture. I might find myself holding it briefly but it always gets away from me. What is that?! I drives me crazy. I can be in the most beautiful of moments really trying to embrace it fully and still cannot.

I recall a moment when i tried.

I was sitting on top of a Mountain in Alaska watching Mt. Denali light up with the evening sunset. eating blueberries i picked from the tundra beside me. They were delicious. I said to myself in amazement " Megan look at what's around you, where you are at, what you are feeling. This is amazing. Breathe really deep. Close your eyes, NO don't close your eyes!. God this is too beautiful. Take it away OR take this annoying inability to consume this moment from me." What the hell is that? Why cant i consume something beautiful in the most full way? I don't think my human body could bare it. I feel the same about our father too. Why is he so damn elusive? Every time i feel like i have a grasp on him, he removes my hand gently. I love it so.

I want my forehead always touching the sky. Always.

Meg

Annie..

I sit alone and read. I like these words. Oh how i wish i could fully grasp every fiber, morsel, spec, feeling, breath of a day....although I'm not sure i could take it

-Meg

" Some days I felt an urgent responsibility to each change of light outside the sunporch windows. Who would remember any of it, any of this our time, and the wind thrashing the buckeye limbs outside? Somebody had to hang on to the days with teeth and fists, or the whole show had been in vain. That is was impossible never entered my reckoning, For work, for a task, I had never heard the word."

-Annie Dillard

torn.

Megan is missing her music. Windows down, sun setting and a good dose of tunes with her freedom. That is one thing she can say. but this farming is good for the soul. I will never NOT question where my food comes from again.

To have my hands in the dirt astounds me. To put this tiny little seed into soil and watch it grow into food is a living miracle. We have been harvesting some yummy, beautiful things. Kale, spinach, broccoli, radishes, beets you name it. I have learned a lot. I will always have a garden. Always.

Picking wildflowers. Medicinal ones, trying to remember all the names and uses as i go. Borage, jewell weed, Queen Anne's lace, Yarro. I am constantly amazed at how it is so easy to pass something beautiful up, like a flower, but then when properly presented to the world ( or even noticed at all) it comes alive and becomes noticed and breathtaking. The flowers teach me that after they are pruned and in a vase sitting in my room...I will vow to you fare flower to always stop and smell your petals.;) ha. Or pick you..

I have been praying for many things the past few months. Once i realized that me not being content EVER and my constant spiritual groaning is worsened when i do not have three specific things.

Purpose..community..simplicity..

It took me some time to flesh out what my soul was needing, but i can stand solid when i say that these things are so necessary to the human spirit.

So realizing these specific things, I started asking the father for them. I drastically battle with wanderlust and wanting a cozy place to settle with people i love. I wanted to farm organically and for several reasons i chose to look in Asheville NC as a place to do so. I am farming at Gladheart Farm. Part of the 12 tribes community. When i arrived, i had no idea what was in store. People dressed so different..lived in this very disciplined schedule. etc..but once the shock of it wore off I saw everything I had been asking the father for. " Here is my people, they are actually living it out!", I thought. Their love for one another and the unity that dwells here still astounds me. The life they lead is a beautiful one, sharing their hearts with one another, living simply and they actually know how to love. I was almost positive i would become a part of this life.

The second month came and whole new wave of doubt came across me. Maybe i am being influenced too much by these people. How do i know this is right? Is the gracious Jesus Christ i have been pouring my heart out too the same Yashua that they claim to serve? Is the very influential example of giving up everything for Yashua really mean your family, dreams, abundant life and freedom too? I wonder what Annie Dillard would say...

A life of Joy, freedom, beauty cannot be truly felt and found here stuck in a bubble. Not for me at least. It is in new experiences and new faces. It is in the simple things that just amaze me.

I feel so stifled here. I feel like if my God has put in my heart to be in this life he will call me back to it somehow. I do know that he led me to this community for a reason, to teach me some crucial things that i did not know about myself.

I have been through spiritual turmoil, on my face demanding answers from the father. I feel like he is ushering me the way i should go. I will feel it when i am there. I have put my family in a state of constant worry,( understandable i guess) even thought they never respect what i do or say and just claim me nuts.

This place is good. These people are good. Heart will be healed here but I cannot say that this is it for me right now. Maybe not ever.

I learned how to truly purge my heart, i have seen inequities in me i didnt even know were there. I pray i take all of the beautiful things i have learned and apply them to my life on the outside. It may be called a cult but It's one i respect greatly. I will always love these people.

I very torn megan.

Greenhouse Goats.

Words are gonna fall short when i try to explain my experience thus far. I am on an organic farm/ community in NC. Culture shock just a few hours from home. There are blonde haired blue eyed children with ponytails running around everywhere. Goats. ..and the devotion these people have for each other and the father really astounds me. They live so simply and with such purpose.

I work in the greenhouse working with these tiny plants. It would be so easy so easy to rid them off as meaningless and small, but with care and a watchful eye these things grow into sustenance. I watch them grow from one day to the next and my excitement grows with them. "These will be big enough for the ground soon, and then big enough for someone to live on" It is crazy actually. For me to ever say that My God is not communicating with me is complete bullshite.

I got into a rhythm yesterday of picking Kale. Working with my hands in the dirt feels right.

Gatherings twice a day are frustratingly beautiful and necessary.

I refuse to leave this place so soon. I want to make roots here. Tune into the people and be known. I have no idea what will come out of my mouth when trying to explain this place to others outside of this place. The Acts 2 church cannot be wrong.

Meggy

Life Has No Lines.

The uncertainty of life seems to hit people when they hit their early twenties. When education(well formal kind ) stops being a factor and you suddenly get to decide which path to take. There are so many options, so many things on my bucket-list that i feel my wanderlusting soul growing tired.

It would be so much easier if God would just come down audibly and tell this granola girl where to go. Which road will make me the happiest, which road will be most influential on people and the world?One small decision can alter your life drastically. This is scary. It is scary to know that if i strike up a conversation with a guy at the gas station it could have the potential to totally change my life. First its "hi how are you"? "Killer boots man", then next thing you know i have the mob shooting in my living room. Just an example.

What i am saying is, i wish life had lines. Then again, i love that it doesn't. See, even me saying that is no line.

I realize that i am very bad at writing a blog consistently. Life is strange currently. I have been in TN far longer then i expected but good things have happened. Life is beautiful after all if you choose to see it that way...

I am a caregiver for this 82 yr old man. He is Mr. Scrooge. I am serious. He thinks buying junk at goodwill will make his life more complete. He likes hookers and has a drawer full of women's underwear. I deal with this everyday. I love him though. He teaches me patience. My days are filled with arguing about ridiculous things with a toothless man who refuses to get dentures...

My folks are selling the house. I have moved out into my aunts attic for the time being. Interesting and very comfortable set up. I like it. I like her. My Boona.

The jeep is paid off! That is a great thing. Too bad i freaked out and deferred all my student loans for a year. HI, I'm megan the biggest procrastinator ever. I just need to venture or i will die. I really think i will.

Josh Ritter has been my sanity these past weeks. I drive to and fro and listen to his stories in music form. My heart literally flutters.

My nephew Mason is a beautiful soul. What a precious little babe. He brings so much joy to everyone's life.

I have been consuming Annie Dillard books for weeks. I think this woman's soul is beyond beautiful. I am learning so much from her words. I am learning to see life in the smallest yet biggest ways. She is teaching me goodness. The woman finds joy in everyday she is given by searching for beauty in all things. She slaps a slide of creek water onto her microscope and stares spring in the face...she makes me want to move to Virginia..to Tinker Creek..

Listen to this woman...

"If you wish to tell me that the city offers galleries, I'll pour you a drink and enjoy your company while it lasts; but i'll bear with me t my grave those moments at the Tate where i stood planted, openmouthed, Born, before that one particular canvas, that river, up to my neck, gasping, lost, receding, into watercolor depth and depth to the vanishing point, buoyant, awed, and had to be literally hauled away. These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely a we can, in the present."

"The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying; it is a canvas, nevertheless."

"Our whole life is a stroll--or a forced march--through a gallery hung in trompes-l'espirit. "

"Once i visited a great university and wandered, a stranger, into the subterranean halls of it's famous biology department. I saw a sign on a door; Ichthyology department. The door was open a crack. and as i walked past i glanced in. I saw just a flash. There were two white-coated men seated opposite each other on high lab stools at a hard surfaced table. They bent over identical white enamel trays. On one side, one man, with a lancet, was just cutting into an enormous preserved fish he'd taken from a jar. On the other side, the other man, with a silver spoon, was eating a grapefruit. I laughed all the way back to Virginia."

She knows the present. I like her.

I am leaving in about a month. I think I am going to North Carolina to work and live on an organic farm for a few months. I could end up changing my mind. I could find myself wandering back up to Alaska or Maybe Montana. I really think the farm life is what i need. The community, the sun, the vegetables, the hard work in the dirt. I am exited to meet and know different people. I hope i become part of the family to the point where i cook in their kitchen...

One Month. So i have to soak this life in. I want to breathe deep. Be patient and kind in my words and most of all be present. .. Love on my momma and smell my homewashed sheets..

kill your television.

Sincerely Meggy