up for air. . .
To think that I was waiting for the sinking in, back in winter. . . feeling so busy, even then, and like a mother forgetting the pain of birth. . . not realizing that I really WAS in the slow sinking in time. Now, so busy that finding time to write is laughable. . . Thankfully "the spring wind blew my list of things to do away" (Greg Brown, Spring Wind) and the kids got me out for a hike last Thursday. I hiked up the little hill by the blueberry field, just past where we got married-- up to the ledges and view of Hothole Pond. Gorgeous. Not without getting side-tracked to the old dilapidated junk car (filled with glass and other dangerous things, yes)-
Its been important to remember to take these moments. . . life changes fast sometimes. In spring, it seems more natural and being outdoors watching it all unfold so quickly-- it helps the human spirit to adjust as well, if that makes sense. Here, at our little corner of heaven, changes are always afoot-- surprises always bounding forth in such abundance, its a wonder that magic is dead to so many-- its alive here, in the water flowing, the chicks surpise hatching, little surprise bunnines, a mishap of mud here and there. . .discoveries that never grow old. As I have time and as the muddied waters clear, I'll blog about all the changes that may be coming here. . .Hellos, goodbyes. . .