very ambitious and slightly cheesy, but true

Recently, I have had a few things on my mind. I've started asking the question, "Who is at my table?"
If I am only surrounded by those I love or ones I have already established a great level of comfort with, where is the challenge and the need to learn? I grow from discovering new people and who they are. I can't surround myself with just me, because other than that getting boring, I need to saturate my world with the opportunity of growth and interaction. I want to keep the ones I love, but I want to fill my table with strangers and have a feast.
I consider myself an inspired person, but my inspiration must ooze to strangers. I want a large, open and welcoming table.
I want to learn the true meaning of the word, share. I want to remember to seek out wisdom. I want to seek out someone different than me. I want to seek out the pessimist and the optimist. I want to seek the happy and the sad.
I never want to stop searching and filling a table full of life. One that feasts on wisdom and love, community and compassion. And most importantly, I want to live simply. I want to open my eyes each morning and let that be enough, no expectations other than being outrageously thankful for the day that arrived and chase after passionate living, those less priviledged, and those who can teach me. I want to keep the ones I love and follow paths that lead me to abundance.

consulting a west texas sunset

I've had these brief moments, time is standing still and I expand my vision to soak up what's really around me. The Texas sky stared at me while I stared right back. My eyes locked into a deep orange ocean, matched with strokes of peaches and velvety purples. To my right there were fields of wild sunflowers and barbwire fences, and I think someday I will have a nostalgia for this particular scenery. Even now, although I don't have Texas pride, I can appreciate the scene described. After all, this is home, 21 years of home. It is a display of my wonderful family, my education, my childhood memories, important people, things that made me who I am today. I guess it was an element of nostalgia already, some kind of admiration and tribute to my home.

Today I thought about a babysitter I had at one point in my life. She was left-handed. Lauren and I always wanted to train ourselves to be left-handed. Alicia always practiced with us, teaching us different left handed techniques: how to hold a pen, how to hold kitchen utensils. Then I realized, as a florist I am a "lefty" and a "righty". My left hand is just as strong as my right when I design. I felt like I should call Alicia and tell her the exciting news. ;) At least my sister anyway.

Last random thought of the day, I processed too many carnations today. I wish carnations did not exist.

I am ready to close my eyes. Today was good and the night was better. I am looking forward to breakfast and a cup of coffee, as I always do. I like small joys like bowls of cereal and a really good song before the work day.

Sweet dreams!