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The Bad Day
Looking out the window after a very hard day, my husband says, “Oh wow”, and I join him to find a huge 7pt buck about 15 feet away. He sees us watching him and he is still, statuesque. Then, he turns and saunters across a busy road (where no cars were coming either way) and into another canopy of dense, deep green forest. Swaying his huge hips over brambles and branches, he is taken back into the womb-like evergreen woods.
Later that night, I think, it wasn’t such a bad day after all.
Satisfying
The dishwasher was broken, so I washed all the dishes by hand. After a week, it was repaired. I continue to wash the dishes by hand. Suddenly, this task seems surprisingly satisfying.
The Familiar
what feels familiar, worn, trusted was once new and strange
As We Age
grief feels deeper and more intense as we age,
then again, so does happiness
Home
Instead of the river, there are now trees. Instead of big, tall windows that let in 14 hours of summer sun, there are smaller, shaded windows and a cooler, darker, sweeter space, sprinkled with dapled spots of bright light. How does “place” define us? Interesting question. I look for deer now, not the heron, I look for the skunk at night. I collect blue jay feathers and listen for the cries of the hawks. I pull the pup from the poison ivy and she looks at me as if to say, “when are we going home?” and I say, “little girl, we are home”.
See you Later
I will be taking a break for a week or so. Be well and safe and I’ll see you in these woods again soon.
The Phantom Tollbooth:5
“…if we’d told you then, you might not have gone — and, as you’ve discovered, so many things are possible just as long as you don’t know they’re impossible.”
from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
The Phantom Tollbooth:4
“If it’s one thing I can’t swallow, it’s ideas: they’re so hard to digest.”
from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
The Phantom Tollbooth:3
“Milo tried very hard to understand all the things he’d been told, and all the things he’d seen, and, as he spoke, one curious thing still bothered him. “Why is it…that quite often even the things which are correct just don’t seem to be right?”
from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
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