July.

I came to the realization this morning as I lay in bed that it is July. This year is halfway over. I feel like I am not even partway done with the things that I need to do, but that's okay.
I am okay with that.
Because June is done, and she was beautiful. And July is sure to be just as gorgeous, if not more.
Just so you all know, I have been looking through the pictures of your sunsets and rises, and not to be prideful, but mine are so much more beautiful. There is something incredibly intense and humble all at once about the Oregon sun. It takes your breath away constantly. Every time. I admonish and implore you to visit my state at least once. And to see the same sun in a different way. Your life will change, or your expectations will.

Some days I wake up early all alone and I watch the sun rise.
No one will ever convince me that it's not worth it.

I wrote stacks of letters this last month, and now there are more to come. If you'd like one, email me. I'm happily painting little pictures and writing small notes in the lulling moments of my days. And there are many of those moments. It is swollen with heat here.

This week has seen the beginnings of my translating materials into French, running out of envelopes, and pushing myself to work on my 2013 goal.
So.
I'm going to paint and cut up magazines to make envelopes.