Looking-up

I'm starting to feel that special creative feeling again. You know that feeling- when life becomes intense and little things seem magical. You can pick any image, taste or smell, texture, sound or epitome and expand them- engulph them.
I just put some software on my laptop to make it easier to write my own music and one of my former professors suggested I write a book about missions and rural issues. I have a dial tone on my telephone and last night I checked out ceramic tiles for my bathroom floor. Although I'm still addicted to coffee or more likely the caffine, I'm working on it. It's raining today- I love the rain- and my flower beds are dying in want of it. I heard of a position opening up at the Women's Shelter and the kiss John gave me this morning is still fresh in my mind.

In honor of this, a list of things I like:
- the smell of rain
- dandelion fluff
- tea and honey
- melodies and rhythms in my head
- the sound of water running in my creek
- blowing bubbles
- trail mix
- driving with my windows down
- mellow music while reading books
- dialogue
- seeing the stars
- being held

Right now there is too much to list. I'm on sensory overload. I'm not high. It's just how I get sometimes.

For some reason this fits me right now:

Caught a ride to another town
Where the air was clean
And the sun never goes down
Everyone was standing in a line
Between the landing and the stairs

I heard somebody call my name
I almost climbed the stairs
But Megan I had a feeling that someday you'd meet me there
So I just waited there for you

Taken From "Megan"- Smoking Popes-