Indigo Frames: September 2011

I visited Bowling Green last week. Just getting off the interstate and seeing a few familiar buildings brought a rush of energy and vibrance back to my tense muscles. Again, each person, hug, kiss, laugh, silly joke, and sincere word lifted me. Amidst of week of chaos I felt renewed finishing off a homemade pizza with a few of greatest men and women I know. At one point, I dozed off on the shoulder of a sweet boy. I was comfortable enough to sleep! During the first moments of sleepiness, I glanced around the room at each face I love and felt safe.

To all those Photo Faces: Be good. Take care of each other. Someone needs to learn how to bake. Come visit me! Take beautiful photos of your life and send them over. I'll still edit resumes and cover letters if you need. All my love.

Here's just two of my favorite people to share a meal and laughter with.

Due to my unique life experiences, I've learned to love Indigo Frames. Rich moments. Full laughter. Floating down rivers between mountains and trees and jay bird skies. Big strong tears alone with the moon. Baby giggles and snotty kisses. Yelling at traffic jams. Late night hair dying. Wee hour t-shirted goodbyes. Getting lost in unfamiliar cities alone or accompanied. Whatever each particular day brings me. The past weeks of my life were Indigo Frames.

I'm moving to Ukraine next week. Six weeks ago, I quit my job, moved out of my house, and hit the road. I returned to my hometown a few days ago and now must pack up my belongings into two suitcases and two carry-ons. But that's not the point of this entry.

My point is to attempt to express appreciation for the shelter, food, love, therapy (retail and otherwise), adventure, laughter, hugs, kisses, and goodbyes bestowed on my life during my 34 days of roaming.

In 34 days, I made 21 stops to various loved ones. Friends from childhood, adolescence, and adulthood. Family members I don't get to see enough. Kind faces my eyes spent months or years missing. They took off work, bought dinner, made brownies, listened and laughed with me, loved me. Each arrival contained jumping-out-of-my-car excitement. After every departure, my gps spoke instructions over my tears.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of you. For loving me. For opening your front door. Thank you for becoming the voices in my dreams and photos in my suitcase.

With that, I'll let you look at a few photographs.