No More Melancholy

A friend of mine has accused my postings of being melancholy. Without veering from my melodramatic nature and risk skewing the inner workings of this mind, I'm not sure the blogs have the ability to change, but here's a try at it:

On Emotions--
Realize some things are within your control and others are not. But you can choose how you respond to circumstances by filling yourself with thoughts and actions that make you feel inspired, happy, excited, passionate, magical, energized, and enthusiastic. I stole that sentence from a book of Short Term Adventures. I probably could have delved deep within my soul to write such a complicated thought, but why?

We're in Portland today staying in a very modernized hotel with hanging paper lamps and the beds that lie close to the floor with white down comforters and really bright yellow throw pillows. I think they furnished this room straight from an Ikea store. There was a fashion show in the courtyard last night. And the dress code for the employees is to be at least 75% covered, with tatoos that is. Surprisingly it is relatively inexpensive and within walking distance of the eateries and organic groceries. We did the Irish Pub thing last night and got a tiny dose of live music. This early and rainy morning Amber and I went to Imago Dei Community, a church I read about in the book "Blue Like Jazz" back in March. The author Donald Miller is a Portland local and helped plant this church of almost 700. They embrace all aspects of the people--music, theatre, community justice, art, and hold a conservative doctrinal view with a liberal community view. With only one visit I can scarcely summarzie their whole, but I know I enjoyed it.

I thought of my grandmother all day yesterday as we trampled through the Grotto, a Catholic garden that embraces the 12 stations of Christ, sanctuaries, meditation gardens, and holy water for sale in the gift shop. It was a really beautiful place, the kind you'd like to set up camp in but would feel irreverent for doing so.

Found out my little bro hitch-hiked home from Atlanta last weekend, crazy little punk. The feeling of immortality left me a year ago or so, rightfully and safely so. I'm glad to have a tincy bit more logical grasp on what I'm willing to partake in. But then again, I'm female, and like it or not, realize I'm a more limited in my adventures for fear of crude treatment.

Nothing of worth to note today. Just lazy in body and in mind. Thanks for tuning in nonetheless.