Grateful for my midwestern roots, I now embrace life in rural northwest, just east of the Continental Divide. I pinch myself often when I see this wild wilderness just out my door, and the easy access I have to encounter all that it has to offer me. My husband and I are still finding our way in this vastly different place that contrasts greatly from where we grew up and raised our family. I choose to be surprised as I navigate, with courage each step along the way.
It’s never long enough, this precious time together. We celebrated, we cooked, we played in the snow! The flowers bloomed right on time and the skillet browned brussels sprouts were the best! We laughed and hugged and then laughed more with friends. We saw our lending library come to fruition, then took time following to read quietly eating chocolate while enjoying the stories in our imagination. The days flowed and then too soon the magic of this slow living family holiday came to an end. The airport good-bye is always sad for me…long hugs and a few tears, then watching him walk bags in hand as the automatic doors close. Until next time Son and Brother. Sooo grateful for the LOVE and blessings shared. ❤️
I’m looking back, because that’s what I like to do this time of year. I’m recalling the ups and downs, the rhythm of 12 months of breathing, moving, learning, growing, loving. The faces of encounter, natural and human; and as asked for here comes surprise and delight. Yes, this is a thread sometimes woven with others, threads of sorrow and wisdom, brave intentions. Threads of questions some answered many not. There too is an awareness of gratitude alongside pain, all these fibers weaving through time and place and memories. It’s the experiences that stand out, heart messages often given to hold for sometimes only fleeting moments, like a delicate touch on silk. A gentle pause… Now I prepare to walk over the threshold of a next year. I think about the perfect parchment to wrap and keep within, this textured colorful fabric of 2017. To hold it, all of it, dearly in the archives of my heart. It’s soft and light and transparent. Just the right layer, so when wisdom’s brilliance seeps out to remind me, it will be easy to spot the streams of LOVE brightly shining. I’m letting go now, my hand opens to release what is no longer needed. Peace. I turn my eyes. I catch a glimpse, I see a sparkle, I step into the new.