08/09/2012
Oh, i am blogs behind schedule and with no openhearted rambling to date. Why has it become so easy for me to lose track of the days? I’m quick to blame the hectic, heavy weight of summer but I’m sure thats akin to the poor craftsmen blaming his tools.
I have little fears. Knee shaking, sweaty palm making, nervous heart beating fears. That the stories I tell and share will only manage to come across one dimensional, narcissistic or worse yet dull. I daydream of my truest intentions shining in every word. Each sentence stringing the story I tell myself about myself together and making it true. I want to write the confusion into clarity and in the process find myself in conversation.
Is anyone out there?
Perhaps I really am blogging only to myself?
How can we make this a more interactive experience?
As I ponder these things over my second delicious coffee of the day, I am patiently awaiting a dear and lovely man of great familiarity. My stomach is churning slightly at my impulsive behavior for having hastily agreed to meet in the spur of the moment but its a great feeling in more ways than one. I am reminded of the enormous potential in the world for love and that the romances I have been blessed to partake in have brought my heart an ever increasing ability to love deeper, truer, freer!
Today was deep freezer deliveries, children’s giggles and melt downs, massages and reiki treatments from remarkable jewish grandmothers and the most decadent iced coffee with homemade ganache. Life is sweet and I am full of gratitude….even with blisters on my feet.
Hope to see you at the show tonight!
xoxo
Jess Hill
Jess Hill 