octolilly [through the years]

Neither go back in fear and misgiving to the past,
nor in anxiety and forecasting to the future;
but lie quiet under His hand, having no will but His.

– H.E. Manning

The large oak trees keep dusting my deck with piles of leaves, the wind keeps blowing hard at night, and my Doc Martens are becoming The Shoes to Wear in the evening. How can Autumn not be someone’s favorite time of the year?

Tonight is going to be a long night. I’m bouncing between the election coverage and The WB (I have my priorities, you know), and I also have a bundle of things I’d like to write about for Aelki.

However, the bundle of things is large and intimidating. I still have a lot of pictures from Florida, stories about walking through the graveyard where my great-grandmother is buried, finding the house where my mother grew up, and the incredibly long drive back. And of course, there is the Incredible Job details to talk about…but where do I begin?

It’s going wonderfully and I’m learning some absolutely incredible things, but I feel sort of odd writing about it all on here. Apparently some former co-workers have a problem with my leaving and a few of them read Aelki. I don’t want to write anything that will cause things to be more awkward.

Oh, and I have a new hairdo. It’s blonde and flippy.

Once again, a heart was offered
But stumbling caused more pain
I ache to reach a point of rest
Where lessons will have gain

I’ve spent a large portion of this evening rearranging my music files. The discovery of once familiar songs has left me giddy.

There was a moment when I had to simply put the laptop down, turn on the lamps, and lay on the couch and listen.

I Hear Music by Allen Asbury was a song that I re-discovered tonight. And after the finding, it’s been on repeat most of the evening.

Waves of peace are washing over me, Your tenderness unspeakably sweet. I am singing, deep within me.