a glass of wine with a side of passion.

Photo by Abigail Rivas

Devin is home, and that is delightful.
Abby came to visit for Thanksgiving, and that was delightful as well.

Astoria Column by Abigail Rivas

2010 is almost over. I can't even believe it. So much of this year I counted for nothing, and now it is almost over. It's so strange to me. I was counting today and I realized I have lived in Oregon for 8 months, Devin's been in the military for 10 months, and he's been gone to training or deployed for almost 9 months of this year.
Numbers are so weird to me lately. I don't have really any concept of time anymore. I measure my life in moments now. I have not decided if that is good or bad.

I long for beautiful music and even more beautiful poetry. I miss writing. I want everything to change, but I want bits to stay the same.

I want to go back in time....just to tell myself to savor the moment. I spent too much time not realizing majesty was all around me and that I just needed to open my eyes. This is the same message I need to give myself today. If only it were that easy.
I only feel alive on Saturday nights. And by alive I mean more surreal than any other time. With a glass of pinot noir and nameless strangers that are better friends than anyone I've ever known. The air is too warm, but that's okay because it just sets the mood even more. People so still just hanging on every single word. I've never been in a room so full that is so utterly quiet at the same time. But you feel the passion. You feel the thickness of emotions. It's such a treasure to me.

I just want to be surprised. I just want to not want. ha.



love,
chianne