There's No Place Like Home!

     The mundane of my existence-that which usually goes unnoticed on a day to day level-is beginning to wear me down. Even simple chores like doing dishes, or getting the laundry done- seems so benign compared to the larger essence of life. It's not that I don't care about today....I am just living in a different realm. The kids are all gone, and Eric is not home-so I am distracting myself on this blog, while I have the hardest essay I have ever possibly written left undone on my computer. I just read Zora Neale Hurston's book, Their Eyes Were Watching God, and I am suppose to write at least a six page analysis for a literature class I am taking. What is holding me back is that I have one of the most brilliant professors I have yet to meet as my instructor (his literary analysis is very much akin to my own) and to top that off he did his dissertation on this novel. I am a perfectionist...this I know. But this brilliant novel is so aligned with so many aspects of my life that I find myself in at the moment....that my essay is becoming extremely personal instead of professional. Hence....I just keep deleting. I am sure many writers find themselves feeling insecure while reading the literary geniuses out there. But I do feel distracted by my own thoughts at the moment, and figure I can contribute to my side "homework" while in this state. I continually strive to understand the deeper meaning of words. This blog to me represents a sort of freedom about caring (or not) about proper grammar, punctuations, and works sited. I can express myself without the concern of all of this...so no criticism if I misspell...it may be intentional! After school on Thursday I am going to camp on my favorite river...the Rogue. My husband's family comes down every year to gather and connect with one another. Before dawn on Saturday, I am driving up to meet the other students who will be in this program with me in Salem. One of my fears I suppose with having to live in a dorm like setting is that I NEED my space from humans. This is part of the reason I live in this dinky ass little town. Hopefully I will get a room mate that spends a lot of time on the town. So...back to my essay I suppose. I am required to write on this blog once a day, but until I finish this term.... I can't see how that is possible. One great thing about this evening is the thunder is rolling over my head...and I realize how small I actually am. I love this valley and will miss the incredible expression that mother earth shows to me everyday I am alive here. To quote my daughters when they are making fun of me...."Bring it on Mama!" Sweet dreams my peeps!