lamaze breathing

I cannot recall an exact time or place, but I am very sure that at some point in time I have uttered the opinion: "blogs are stupid." I suppose I must take this back.

This blog is a journal that is always open to read. I can state with certainty that it is less satisfying to look at a screen and type, rather than enjoying all the gestures associated with writing with pen on paper. However, this is more efficient, more connected to the people who I would want to read it, and I'm much more likely to keep up with it.

This is my North Carolina journal. I am living at my sister's house, but not because I'm a loser. Rather, I'm an uncle. And I'm trading uncle duties and various cooking/cleaning duties for this roof over my head and pink walls around my head. I'm here on a mission to build a cob cottage, very appropriate considering that I recently completed an apprenticeship at the Cob Cottage Company, in Oregon.

I'm in a new place, with solid skills, an easy living situation, no snow, a lot of clay, a dashing nephew, and the mindset to do/build/make something beautiful. And craigslist. I have no idea how long I will be here, except it will at least be as long as it takes me to accomplish what I wish to accomplish.

Hence the title: an indefinite stay of limitless potential. I write it here lower case, because this is how I prefer it. It's about this moment, which is the beginning, new, little, and ready to grow. Really this particular chain of words could describe any moment. Opening your eyes in the morning. Starting college. Going on a hike. Opening a cabinet. Getting married. Sitting on the toilet.

And so it begins.