I feel like it is time that I recorded some gratefuls....my small list for today.
1. Tired, I dragged myself to workout and felt amazing afterward
2. Hanging out with Robin, being movers of Snow White props. The moving wasn't so fun, the company was.
3. The library. It really is one of my favorite places to discover.
4. IMing with one of my best friends, hearing about her adventures in France, finding out her big news.
5. Climbing with Julia, who I haven't seen for a while. Laughing and encouraging.
Oh, and the sunset was amazing tonight. Olive and I set out for a 4:30pm walk along the elk refuge (the days are getting longer. I felt it today for the first time) and the clouds on the horizon were pink and purple striped. The sky just kept changing to more dramatic and jaw-dropping colors and shapes. Dark purple clouds against a light pink sky, the wind tossing it all around. Now the moon is out and everything is lit. And it is not even close to full! This is going to be a great week.....
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
Silent Night
There is something so delicious about having the house to yourself. Especially when you make it warm and cozy with a crackling fire, eat only a salad for dinner, and read magazines to your hearts content. Nothing but the occasional sigh or nuzzle from the dog. I love spending time with Jamie, and we can easily sit in silence with one another. But the silence of being alone is something completely different. It is as if all your guards, all your receptors, all your senses can just be a little more quiet.
Olive and I took a walk today as the sun set. The air got chillier and chillier as the light dimmed. Olive, oblivious to the cold, chewing on sticks like bubble gum. Me, being conscious of where I stepped in the packed down, slightly icy snow and keeping one eye out for deer and moose, ideally before my four-legged friend spotted them. That happened tonight. The buck saw me and I saw him, and we were both spared the obnoxious barking and disobedience of my little dog.
Been thinking a lot of about dogs the last day, ever since I got the text from Robin that Elly had passed in the night. Yesterday, watching Olive's excitement that never wans when the skis come out, holding on to those moments when her pure joy feeds into my blood infectiously and makes me smile right along with her. Doggies give so much. So much. And even in the moments when I scream at Olive in frustration, I have already forgiven her just because of who she is. That is one of the beauties of owning a dog- to practice easy forgiveness.
Peace to Elly dog. May you run fast, sniff often, and find many balls along your trails.
Olive and I took a walk today as the sun set. The air got chillier and chillier as the light dimmed. Olive, oblivious to the cold, chewing on sticks like bubble gum. Me, being conscious of where I stepped in the packed down, slightly icy snow and keeping one eye out for deer and moose, ideally before my four-legged friend spotted them. That happened tonight. The buck saw me and I saw him, and we were both spared the obnoxious barking and disobedience of my little dog.
Been thinking a lot of about dogs the last day, ever since I got the text from Robin that Elly had passed in the night. Yesterday, watching Olive's excitement that never wans when the skis come out, holding on to those moments when her pure joy feeds into my blood infectiously and makes me smile right along with her. Doggies give so much. So much. And even in the moments when I scream at Olive in frustration, I have already forgiven her just because of who she is. That is one of the beauties of owning a dog- to practice easy forgiveness.
Peace to Elly dog. May you run fast, sniff often, and find many balls along your trails.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
The Journey
I found this poem when I googled "the journey". I was looking for a
book that Claire was telling me about, but it seemed appropriate to
stumble upon this poem by Mary Oliver. I have read it before and I love
it.
The
Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
~ Mary Oliver ~
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