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Day 3 or Letting Go

Day 3 always seems to be the hardest with jet lag. Felix did fantastic on the airplane (although he did not sleep once during the whole trip) and it has only been slightly rocky with getting him back on his rhythm since we've arrived in Vermont. Seriously, I cant complain. Look at that blue sky. The temperature is in the 70's. But today, day 3, it is really hitting me and I am feeling pretty exhausted.

When I decided that I would start blogging again I promised myself I would blog with a purpose. I wanted to write about subjects that concern me, that concern the world. I wanted to lead people to articles, videos, ideas that would challenge or confirm their convictions. I figured that by sharing what I am struggling with and working on, I was making the world just a tad bit smaller and maybe just a little bit better. I've said before that there are tons of ideas floating around inside of my head but, right now, when I try to find the energy to face them - it's not there.

I've got to let go because I still want to blog and I know that I'll find the time to write blog posts that are meaningful to me on a deeper level than just a peek into my everyday life. I've got to let go of this guilt for only posting things that I consider superficial just like I've got to let go of Felix eating perfectly for this whole trip - he may eat only pasta and mashed potatoes, and that's ok. I've got to believe that the tiny moments are important and can touch others just as I've got to remember that I am on vacation; I'm here to be with my family and I need to shut down this computer when I can. I've got to allow myself to post this but then tomorrow decide to completely change my mind.

So, while I continue to struggle to find my voice and the energy to do what I want to do, I'll keep throwing up random photos and links and hope that they bring a little beauty into the world. I definitely believe Small is Beautiful. (Thanks to the Shutter Sisters, again, for reminding me of it.)

(One thing that is really odd for me right now is that back in Paris, where it was only slightly warm, all the trees were flowering, buds were bursting, the tulips were almost over, while here it feels like summer but everything is so brown. It feels quite strange.)

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Breakfast this morning and 7 weird things

Here's our breakfast from this morning. We had a small pineapple sitting around so I chopped it up and threw it in the blender with some banana and kiwi and a handful of flax seeds. So what gives it that lovely pink color? Freshly squeezed blood oranges. It was very yummy.

Meredith over at Poppy Fields tagged me for a meme. I'm hot and cold on memes but since I am still sniffling and coughing away while I try to catch up on work, I welcome the opportunity to post just a little something...or 7 weird little somethings about me.

1) I was born in Kalamazoo, Michigan. I guess there is nothing particularly weird about this except the word Kalamazoo...it always gets funny reactions. Especially in France.

2) I once changed my name to Sadie for almost a whole year. I think it was 2002. I was just fed up with Sarah and I had always liked the nickname Sadie, so that is how I started introducing myself. All of my co-workers stopped calling me Sarah. I was Sadie. But it felt weird. Every time I introduced myself, something in the back of mind was saying, "no, that's actually not my name..." And so, back to Sarah it was again.

3) I really don't mind eating moldy things. I don't usually eat the mold but I am very willing to push mold aside and continue eating whatever it was living on.

4) I love cold spaghetti for breakfast. This grosses Tibo out so I never eat it anymore but I love it. Got that from my dad.

5) I can't stand licking anything that's made of wood. Wooden spoons, wooden popsicle sticks. You name it. I hate the feeling of the wood on my tongue. (Thanks Kristen for reminding me of this one!)

6) I was the Monopoly champion of my home town when I was around 10. I think that's the age. I don't know how I did it but I won and had my picture in the newspaper. My dad still has the article, maybe he'll scan it so I can share it.

7) I got my ears pierced when I was 26 years old. I was always kind of scared of the whole "gun" apparatus mostly because I am afraid of needles. But one day, Tibo and walked past this little shop and he said "let's do it right now!" He held my hand and it was all over very quickly and painlessly. I'm so happy I did it because I love earrings.

Technically I am supposed to post the rules for this meme but you can read them over here at Meredith's blog. Also, according to the rules, I am supposed to tag 7 other people but I think most people have already done this meme. For good measure, I'll pass the baton to two on my blogroll who haven't updated in over a week: La Rêveuse and Stefanie - but no obligation ladies...and if anyone else out there needs a quick post, please feel free to share 7 weird things about yourself. I know I am interested.

And just because I like it:

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Œuf à la coque

::: Some neighbors gave us delicious fresh eggs. And what do you do with organic local super fresh collected that day eggs? You have œufs à la coque. Felix loves dipping the soldiers into the creamy deliciousness. And check out his egg cup...isn't it the cutest?

::: So I've had the flu. I use the past tense delicately because I'm still not feeling completely back to normal. But I definitely feel better and that is so good. I had energy tonight! It was amazing.

::: There are lots of ideas for blog posts swimming around in this head of mine but I've first got to tackle the work that I didn't do while I was trembling and coughing my weekend away in bed.

::: Just because it feels wrong not too link to something - have you considered boycotting the 2008 Olympics? Check out what Reporters Without Borders has to say about it.

::: And maybe something more positive to end with...I'm loving my friend Aimee's blog for her new teahouse. Prepare to have serious Paris-dessert-tea-dream coming true envy.

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