Girly

I have just been called girly. Not that I really mind the girly portions of my personality, I have actually come to quite enjoy them. But being called girly reminded me of how my "brother" Hadley used to call me girly as a sort of a nickname. And as I swing into this mood of rememberance I recall dances, events and dress fittings from which I am currently seperated having not made any for over a year now.
For those of you who are confused I am a Civil War Reenactor. I dress in multiple layers of petticoats and hoops and go camping with none of the modern conviences offered by such places as G.I.Joes or R.E.I. I have found the joys of cooking over a fire with cast iron pots and sleeping in frigid temperatures with only two wool blankets to keep warm with. And as I sit here in a state of somber meloncholy at my missed hobby I think of the fact that I will be again at that reenactor mecca this summer after two years of absense.
Well...I'm done being all remembery now so go away.

Tears

Going, always going

Simply moving, simply flowing

Like a ghost

A paramour in a black and white world

Searching

Searching for moments

Moments of color, moments of life

An experience

Where I'm living

No longer floating in the black and white

Tea Quest

I have been very lax in writing lately, I feel like writing but then I get online and start reading tsunami channel. Stupid Widge for getting me all addicted to it. So, went to Reading this weekend and bought loose tea, so good. For those of you who do not know the pleasures of a pot of really good loose tea stop reading, go to the nearest quality tea shop and begin the pleasure.
Went to London again last Wednesday with Widge, this was the beginning of the quest for high quality loose tea. Being in England and all we felt the need to free ourselves from the trivial teabag and move on to higher tea levels. Our quest, however, was thwarted by a lack of knowledge of where to find tea in London and the need to simply wander. So we wandered through many places and ended up at this 6 or 7 story toy store. Beyond the simply beauty that comes from such a vast palace of toys we stumbled on the side staircase that is not used as much due to the presence of escalators and lifts in the main store area. This stairway should not be passed by, however for mere ease of technology. It had been decorated to represent different parts of the Harry Potter movies and had random movie artifacts in little cases. If I could remember the name of the store I would praise it and admonish you to go and see it if ever you are in London. As I can't I will move on to the rest of the day. I had chosen, foolishly, to were my black boots on this glorious tea quest. The fact that they have aprox. 3-4 inch heals was my downfall as we walked back to the train station and I became accutely aware of the pain my feet were in from having walked in them all day. And so I did what in my mind was the logical thing to do, I took them off. The divine pleasure of cold stone on a sore foot is something I will remember at least until I forget it.