:: more wooden wall ::

i want to go here.  sleep here.  read here.

:: i just want to float ::

today i thought...
       "i just want to float." 

i sent a text: "i wish we could go skydiving this evening.  i just want to float right now." 

but no could do. life must be done and there was no time (or budget) for that sort of thing. 

so i took a bath.  i couldn't think of anyone who has a heated indoor pool i could use to float my cares away in.  or on. 

and then i thought of a car ride.  thought that laying back in a seat, someone else driving, windows down...i thought that might be the kind of floating i needed.  but i ended up driving.  i wanted to. 

and then i went to a chinese buffet and had 4 plates of food.  definitely not weightless now.  

i feel better, but really,
         i just want to float. 

:: sliding doors ::

working on a laundry closet renovation - dryer vent portion of the project is complete (woohoo!) and now i just need to figure out a door solution.  have been considering track doors for some time (since i came across this, this, and this).  love this idea: 

not sure where this image is from, so forgive the lack of credit - 

if you know, let me know!

:: wash your spirit clean ::

keep close to nature's heart...and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. wash your spirit clean. [john muir]

:: question ::

from facebook.com/postsecret

:: craving, but not wishing for ::

thanks to michelle at blue moss and her latest blog post, i am craving some colder weather.  well, maybe not the weather itself, but colder weather fashion/dress.

loving so much about this look book.   

:: a sweet update ::

a complete stranger just made me cry on the phone. in a great way.

i called to find out about a riding evaluation / lesson and got an unexpected update on my beloved first riding instructor, jennifer jones, who i have not seen or heard about in well over 15 years. miss jones visited bramblewood last summer, giving her seal of approval on the former foxcroft farms. she's 80 years old, just stopped riding, and is still living in the UK (since leaving the states to care for her mother many years ago). her bright blue eyes still sparkle.

i love that the stranger thought to tell me that.




update to an update:  that same stranger made me cry again.  with this.  i can't wait to be back at this place.  it sounds like, despite the many changes to the land over the years, the spirit at Foxcroft / Bramblewood is the same.  i'm looking forward to feeling that.