Friday, September 7, 2012

Thursday adventures

I am in job limbo. I'm taking care of a sweet baby and teaching mommy-baby yoga classes while waiting for some interviews (one TODAY!) for some exciting things that I'm really passionate about. (Not that I'm not passionate about yoga or the baby, but they are very much part time.)

In the mean time, Caleb is working as a mechanic and has Sundays and Thursdays off. Since I pretty much have every day off, except Tuesdays and Wednesdays, Thursday is like our new Saturday, although I still have normal Saturday so that's cool.

Yesterday, we decided to venture to a spot where Caleb had seen paw paw trees in June, laden with unripe paw paws.

As an aside, paw paws are the only fruit native to North America. They are sweet and custardy and sort of taste tropical. They used to be called the "poor man's banana". After purchasing two for $6 last year at a farmers' market, Caleb and I decided that they are actually the rich man's banana and the poor man's banana is... a banana. My how the times have changed. More on the low prices of bananas here.

In my mind, our paw paw adventure was going to consist of driving along a road, parking, getting out and rooting around the brush for paw paws.

I was wrong. There were no longer almost any signs of paw paws, but we did have one of the coolest 45 minute adventures I've had this side of the Atlantic in a long time. Enjoy the pics.

The journey begins

Wildflowers

Huge fallen tree

Rope

Grace





Dust


I am loving this song called "Dust" by Trevor Hall. Here are the lyrics:

"Dust"

Well, I’ve been told of a hurricane
The type of love where you forget your name
I ask the question almost every day,
“When will it find me?”
All around me castles falling down
Well they were never real anyhow
Through the story and through the sound come up upon me

Who am I but the dust of the Most High
Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky
Hoping one day you will see, that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me
Who am I?
But the dust of the most high
Drifiting like a leaf in the summer sky
hoping one day I will see that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me

I reminisce of a simple town
Where constellations grow from the ground
Where trees whisper such a common sound
Do you remember?
So many seeds we have planted in this soil as we wait for it to boil
Mama told me it would spoil
Remain loyal to the king as he laughs and weeps and sings
Will I ever have the vision of no division?

Who am I but the dust of the Most High
Drifting like a leaf in the summer sky
Hoping one day you will see, that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me
Who am I?
But the dust of the most high
Drifiting like a leaf in the summer sky
hoping one day you will see that what’s inside of you, is what’s inside of me

Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?