Forgiveness

Last night was amazing, filled with forgiveness and strong breezes through windows. The breezes just whipped past the scaffolding and felt so good. Hugs were also in order. I missed contact. It's nice to have it back.

It's Easter weekend (I keep forgetting, but I'm remembering now), and I was reminded today of an Easter egg hunt when Jordan, Aaron, and I were kids (yes, yes, bros, I know, I always scavenged for the eggs in advance), and for the life of us, we couldn't find one of the painted eggs. It turned up months later, hidden in a space between the curtains of the front door in the Lemont house. Little mysteries do get solved sometimes.

Our house is looking beautiful these days, with new flowers and trees, with the lawndog and lawncat. Mom's been planting up a storm.

Have any of you read PostSecret, compiled by Frank Warren? It's a collection of postcards sent to him by strangers, where everyone reveals a secret. I read a few pages of the book each morning before I write. I tear up semi-regularly, and I smile and chuckle a lot, too.

I am happy with the way my novel is coming along. My characters are literally alive to me, and I'm in this heart-rending section where I want to reach through the words and hug L, S, and J. Instead, I continue to channel them.

Portland is so exquisite right now. I can't get over these cherry blossoms. I've been feeling so adult lately, and so childlike. I'm filled up and empty at the same time. Maybe this is the definition of cleansed.