A visit to the trees'-knees

Got to go to the Congaree National Forest today, otherwise known as the Congaree swamp. My favorite part of the park is the deck that spawns off of the boardwalk and overlooks the lake. We got to watch the turtles bobbing in the water and sunning on the logs. My second favorite part of the park is the trees' knees. The cypress trees' roots stick up out of the murkiness that surrounds the bottom of the trees (and basically everything in the swamp), and they are called knees, but I prefer to call them gnomes. So, I got to introduce Ian to the gnome-folk today. It was a gorgeous day-perfect for being outside. Just to make sure y'all don't make the same mistake we did, check the map for directions first. We ended up in Orangeburg today because we went too far down I-26, when we were supposed to take I-77 to Bluff Road. We weren't lost. We just stopped at a gas station, looked at a map, and took the scenic route through the corn fields. If you're reading this, and you're not a big fan of South Carolina in general, you should definitely check out Congaree before you leave this state. Swamps are the in thing...

Who wears the spiritual pants?

What does spiritual leadership/headship look like in a marriage? Ian and I were trying to figure this out last night. What is the man's role, and what is the woman's role? Obviously, the woman doesn't just sit by and let the guy be the spiritual one, and do nothing. But I think there is a difference in the roles; it's not exactly equal. Those of you who are married, what have you experienced in your marriages? Those who are unmarried, what are your thoughts on it, and what have you seen in your parents?

Me flittering around

Well, I've had tons of stuff to blog about, but now that I actually get a chance to do it, nothing comes to mind. Figures... It's been too long since I've posted. But I've been writing. New songs, new quasi-poetry. I need to keep writing. I had a great weekend with various friends, and I'm really looking forward to going to Michigan this coming weekend with Ian. I can't wait to see his home and meet everybody there.

I would write more, but I have so much in my heart that it is overflowing beyond the blog...