It's that time of year again. Favorite things for 2014 . . .
Stuff I read
Favorite book of the year . . . The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd
General fiction . . . The Pearl That Broke Its Shell by Nadia Hashimi
Unexpected pleasure . . . Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
Historical fiction . . . All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr
Nonfiction . . . 7 by Jen Hatmaker
Magazine . . . Garden & Gun
Music I listened to
Band . . . (tie) Hurray for the Riff Raff and Shovels & Rope
Artist . . . (tie) Lucinda Williams and Jason Isbell
Album . . . Small Town Heroes by Hurray for the Riff Raff
Song . . . (tie) "Swimmin' Time" by Shovels & Rope and "Dearly Departed" by Shakey Graves featuring Esmé Patterson
Artist Discovery . . . Hurray for the Riff Raff
Local (North Carolina) music . . . The Hawthornes
Song rediscovery . . . Sloe Gin by Joe Bonamossa
Things I watched
TV show . . . Nashville (second year in a row)
New (to me) TV show . . . Orange is the New Black
Movie . . . The Hundred Foot Journey
Live theatrical performance . . . To Kill a Mockingbird (Theatre Charlotte)
Miscellaneous things I liked or enjoyed
Social Network . . . Twitter (third year in a row)
Vacation . . . (Coming soon! Hasn't happened yet.)
Weekend getaway . . . Winston-Salem (The Greylyn)
Food . . . Tacos al Pastor from La Unica
Restaurant . . . (tie) Kebab-Je and Baku
Dessert . . . ginger hazelnut ice cream (Baku)
Beverage . . . Oriental apple martini (Baku)
Friday, December 12, 2014
Hello, friends. I wonder if you'll be surprised to see me back here in the blogosphere. Last February, I really thought I had come Full Circle in my life enough to close this one out. Turns out I hadn't. I just went down a different path for a while.
Anyway, I'm back.
The place where I currently work is located on a private little peninsula on Lake Norman. The grounds are beautiful and mostly wooded, with a paved walking path around the lake. It's beautiful. I started working there in March, and whenever I can, I get out there and walk. Even if only for ten minutes.
Some days, I try to focus on walking for exercise. Other days are just "me time" and I make a conscious effort to observe the beauty around me and the turtles sunning on the fallen trees; to hear the sounds of leaves rustling or geese honking; to feel the breeze and the sunshine -- all that.
Some days I walk with my eyes on the ground in an attempt to dodge the goose poop.
Some days, I get out my iPhone and take photos. Like these:
Some days, one (or more) of my work friends comes along and we talk about whatever: work challenges, our families and "real" lives, our hopes and dreams.
But most days I'm alone. And when I'm walking alone, I pray a lot. Silently, of course.
I've witnessed winter turn into spring, spring turn into summer, and summer turn to fall. Now winter is almost here again, and I realize . . . dang, there's another one of those circle things! It's coming around. Again.
And so am I. :)