Finding Bliss (but not at Blissdom).

There is a place I'd love to be right now. Blissdom. No, it's not a state of mind - it's a conference for women who write. There are women there I know, women there I follow on Twitter, and women there who I know would inspire me and challenge me. But I'm not there. I'm here.

Living room. Austin, Texas. NOT Blissdom.

It feels strange to blog about blogging while wishing to be at a conference about blogging. But given my love of words and phrases and the quirky, lovely journeys this life has to offer, I guess it makes sense in a strange way. From writing about my personal journey (and the never-to-be-finished recipography) here to writing about the beautiful faces of orphans with my friend Courtney at Wordpainters, or even keeping my daily diary of inspirations at 365thousand, words are my friend. And from time to time, my words have their place in the care and feeding of others. That makes me smile.

So what am I doing that's keeping me from Blissdom?  Today, it's flying.

Sweet hubby, cheering me on via Starbucks.

(my head just got a little light thinking about this) I've got trapeze lessons at 4. Me. Trapeze. Me. Trapeze. Dang. 

If I survive, I'm then packing my bags and flying to Romania to work with RedPage Ministries. It will be my first time in the country, and having the opportunity to meet and fall in love with new friends is amazing. I'll be posting the stories of the journey, so please join me.

So, to you ladies of Blissdom, please share the cool things you learn. I promise to share things I learn too. If you haven't met me yet, here's a little something that might give you insight into the way I see things.

UPDATE: Sigh. It happened. I have proof. I was a wimp. I may have cried. And there's definitely a lessson in this.

She flies through the air. But there is no ease.

My best work. Just hanging. Not swinging.