To Feel This Vulnerable Means I'm Alive

I know I've let you down. The blog has not been posted on for 3 months. But here's some food for thought. This is probably the 3rd time I've watched this, and it moves me. Each time it feels like it was made for me, for the very moment when I watched it.

Brené Brown - The Power of Vulnerability

• "Let ourselves be seen, vulnerably seen
• Love with our whole hearts even though there's no guarantee
• Practice gratitude and joy in those moments of terror...
• To feel this vulnerable means I am alive
• Believe that we're enough
• Stop screaming and start listening
• =We're kinder and gentler to the people around us and we're kinder and gentler to ourselves"

Morning Visitor

I hopped on my bike this morning. Rode to campus. Got off my bike and walked maybe 100 feet to the building where I work. What do I find on my shoe as I ride the elevator?

This.

I think the girl riding with me in the elevator, who I announced to that I had somehow gotten a traveler on my shoe, might have thought me a little strange.

I clocked in. Rode the elevator back down. Wobbled over to a patch of dirt and scooted this little guy off.

Quite the visitor.

Panda Dogs

Do a googleimage search for panda dog. I dare you.

Blue Blood

You know when you hear a brilliant song on the radio, but to your great dismay the radio announcer either doesn't exist or doesn't tell you what the song is? You cross your fingers every time the radio is on hoping that your song might come on, and that maybe this time you'll be quick enough to write down the lyrics or the radio announcer will give you some clue about the artist.

Well, 3 weeks after hearing that song on KOHS, my ears perked up at the familiar melody on the radio. Greg and I confirmed that it was the very song we'd spent the past few weeks searching for on the internet. Fate. I frantically search my bag for my phone to type the lyrics in my mini-search bar. Oh no. The phone isn't there. It was carelessly left at our apartment on the coffee table. Blast! Greg throws me his dysfunctional phone, which was not allowing letters h, y, or j to be typed on it today - and I write myself a text message so we could search for it later on google after the Friday night events.
3 hours later - the song is found. Located by a google search. Foals - Blue Blood. Not quite the Fleet Foxes we guessed the first time. Not any band I have heard of before, but the little boy in the video bears an uncanny resemblance to our dear Aqualung of yesteryear.


I'm still an anglophile.