DAY TRIP

We may not be able to camp in the mountains anymore due to my sleep issues, a loss after more than 30 years of camping there, but we still can take short trips that are enjoyable. This one along an outlet trail leading from one Great Lake to another.

MOMENTS

She opens her arm to greet me, this goddess of morn, her cloak encircling her, the wavering, shimmering beams of fiery golds, reds, and oranges vibrating outward welcoming to the start of another day.

And the rounds in the meadow are mystical, magical, and fulfilling, each lap discovering more; the mist dissipating slowly from the creek’s waters, dew on the meadow grasses and flower blossoms, the fat little rabbit seen each morning in the path hopping away, and Bambi as he crosses the creek to other side, suddenly seeing me, staring, barking, then jumping away over the high foliage.

Another day yawns ahead without worries of job, children, or much of anything and shouldn’t that be a joy? Where did that joy go? Later Samuel pushes the pool cover over to dip in though the day wasn’t hot enough for me, yet his enjoyment pulled me out to risk it.

“The water’s warmer than the air,” he said, smiling.

Joining him, my mind in a whirl, not on the moment, my lamenting an oddity on a stellar summer day, he said, “Enjoy the moment!”

“Hey, that’s what I write on my blog every day!” I said.

“Well, read your own words,” he said, taking another plunge.

So, dipping in and out like a dolphin, shedding the negative dwellings with each dip, my body warmed in the bath-like water, sad memories unhooked floating up to the clouds… moments lived not wasted.

Magic…
He loves me….

Milkweed where the Monarch’s like to cocoon, the scent as heavenly as lilacs…

Even meadow grass shines in the morning light…
A simple grass becomes the star…

You’re OK Just as You Are!

PHOTOS BY PATRICIA

Often thoughts of value occur while walking in the early morning before dew dries, or the sun fully rises. Peace and harmony descend as my body moves happily, and birds busily build nests while singing.

Wanting what others have, thinking how odd my solitary life is… shouldn’t it be different by doing more to create it to be more like everyone else who moves though groups of people with ease?

Then the realization– that isn’t what’s wanted at all. Years of feeling scared being around most humans just makes me anxious taking a great toll on my health. What I want is what I have, and gratefulness for every little thing fills me.

The lilacs in bloom, snapping off bouquets for the house, the precious aroma stimulating. The big fat bunny always around making me smile, along with that family of silly chipmunks racing around on the patio unperturbed by my quiet presence. The hummingbirds finally back, and the comforting sound of their wings behind me in the quince bush sipping nectar.

Oh so much! It is more than my senses can absorb, filling me with joy. No, don’t be like others, be yourself, give yourself what you need and it’s OK.

QUINCE BUSH

OVERNIGHT VISIT

My granddaughter, Cindy 9, spent the night and we had such fun together! We made tiny Easter baskets from cut up egg cartons, painting them one night so they dry by the fire, decorating them the next morning hardly one second after she rolls out of bed.

We made Easter bunnies out of toilet paper rolls, and colored huge eggs with markers that I previously had printed off on colored paper, then added sparkly stick-on adornments.

The morning flies by and she has so many goodies to take home and decorate with.

SNOW ANGEL

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

D.H. Lawrence

Out before hardly any light, even the birds were startled from their nests in the pines while my boots trudged by in over a foot of fresh snow that keeps falling. My heart was pumping so much one lap was as if twenty!

And then? Dropping down flat looking up at the early morning dark blue against white, a snow angel. Not the best, but mine.