have you ever felt that certain feeling/been in that one situation where, well, there's not really a word for it, nor is there a good way to explain it, and really the feeling isn't a feeling at all, necessarily, but at the same time it is all the feelings one can ever feel absolutely all at once? do you know what i mean?
this easter weekend, appropriately, spring finally came to seattle. the sun shone. blankets were laid on the grass. oranges were eaten. books were read. and i strummed my ukulele, just a little bit. her name is clementine.
that sort of peacefulness is what my weary soul, mind and body need. i am empty, and i need to be filled up. filled with good things. filled with the love of friends and family. filled with hope. filled with the breathing of fresh air. filled with grass-between-my-toes days.
and perhaps that is the best goal i can have right now, really.