Timed Rhythm

Today there is no school because it snowed an inch and everyone in the Portland Metro area panics when there are white flakes on the ground.   It becomes chaos; shops close; roads are empty; traffic stops; schools all shut down; even the snowman go into hiding (mainly because they were never made in the first place because there isn't enough snow.)  If anyone ever has bad dandruff, and enters a coffee shop, the music stops, and everyone runs to their car.   Mind you, this is not because of the dandruff (that would be no big deal; dandruff happens).  It is the deep FEAR of snow that creates the mass exodus. Okay...the truth is that when it snows the temperature usually hovers around freezing, bouncing the ground back and forth between melting and frozen...which does give reason for concern.  Chaos, no.  Concern...okay. As I sit her in my slippers, watching the snowman I made stare at me (yes I made a snowman; it took seriously ALL the snow in t...

It's funny how life moves.   It rolls and flows, ripples and drips, meanders and races.  There is no predicting its motion except knowing that it will continue.  We expect, and are surprised to find MORE; we want and then receive only to find that our desire is not what is good or even truly wanted.   We think, but do not conclude; laugh but do not know why; we dance without steps and swim in circles without direction.  We are free after all!  However, with freedom comes choice.  (my least favorite part). I am that person who stands in the toothpaste aisle for 20 minutes considering which toothpaste to buy.  Maybe the one I've been using isn't the best?  Maybe a new one would be better for my teeth?  Maybe my parents innocently lead me astray by giving me a poor toothpaste as a child?  Considering they are all in the same aisle...doesn't one have to be better than the next?  If that is the case, isn't another better...

I love writing, and always have.   Mostly my writing is personal and kept private, or not personal and kept private, or shared with select few, privately, of course.  Recently I stumbled upon 4 blogs (surprise!) that I had started at different times in my life, and I have filtered out the OVERLY private, and left the personal me, combined them into one simple blog, and labeled it "Meeting Amy."   There is no perfection here or even specific structure.  It is just a bit of the random musings of an imperfect soul who desires to be organized, and sometimes makes that happen!   (side note:  when I am organized I rock at it...or rather impress myself later in hind sight.   Perhaps this is because my personal norm is not very impressive?  Or perhaps I actually rock at it!  So much in life is up to interpretation ;)