an alright start

so, here we are.

i'm writing a novel, and it's called 'moving backwards'. i'm really excited about the fact that i've actually been able to sit down and stick to it. i think at least half of the people i know have said, "yeah, i'm writing a novel" and then they eventually forget about it. i've been done it myself, too many times to count. i guess i like the idea that i'm finally seeing something through. i would love to share some of it with you, but i don't want to post any until i'm done it. either way, the feedback i've been getting has been good, and i'm excited to see where it goes. in 'waling on water', madeline l'engle talks about how there have been works she's done where the characters start to do things unexpectedly, and she wonders why, or how, it happened. that's happened to me, and i really can't explain it, but i know it's a crazy feeling. i don't know if it's a good sign, or if it's anything at all, but it's still cool.

the summer has been a gray, rainy one so far. i think it's rained every day for the past week, which has been a total drag. bc in june; i'd rather be in the prairies.

i've been thinking back to times in europe a lot lately. as grateful as i am to be home, i'd really love to be back at some of the spots i visited. iona has been on my mind this week; i miss the the feeling of being in the chapel. the cold stone walls and floor, or the way the sun shone in through the windows on easter morning. i miss sherry and eva, and our late night tea and conversations. i know that it would be great to go back, but when i think about it, i realize that i want to go back to that specific moment. it makes me wonder about nostalgia, and how easy it is to get stuck in it. it's crazy to look back, and see all the different generations pining for 'better times', and how nostalgia seems to grasp all of us at least one point in our life. maybe that's the one thing that connects all of us, the fact that we all have moments that we wish we could go back to. i think we're just confusing memories with the idea of home, and since each one of us is so desperately longing for home, nostalgia can be such a warm blanket.

as always, i'm listening to plenty of beautiful, inspiring music. here are some lovely bands to fall for: anathallo; dustin o'halloran; fleet foxes.

i'll leave you tonight with a video of the song that has been consuming my life, these days. enjoy, and good night.