a few shots from our trip to the border of Canada
Lately I have been aching for quiet. I do my best to slow down, take a few deep breaths and maybe even sit for a bit with a book in my lap. I fret over so many decisions, and yearn for simplicity. I start by cleaning out my passwords, deleting the ones I don’t need or even know why they are there. It is a silly start, but somehow makes me feel better, less cluttered.
When you tell them it really isn’t warm enough to play in the sprinkler, and they find a way around it.
"What we must do is start viewing every cow, pig, chicken, monkey, rabbit, mouse , and pigeon as our family members."
- Gary Yourofsky
things I did with Percy yesterday::
took a long walk
built a ball maze out of magnet tiles
swapped some of my strawberries for some of his watermelon at lunch
got the very best hug. . . ever
played youngest (him) and oldest (me) veterinarians and patched up all the wounded dinosaurs
blew kisses goodbye, until he was out of sight …
(photos from the pier at the border a few day back)
We walk the docks, then drive into Canada, just for fun …
“I love to move like a mouse inside this puzzle for the body, balancing the wish to be lost
with the need to be found.”
― Billy Collins, Questions About Angels
Each spring I clear out the bishops weed. I pull it up by handfuls, dumping it into the yard waste to be hauled away.
Each spring it comes back.
I tuck stems into the first cut flower arrangements, its daintiness bringing a sense of old fashioned flare to the vase.
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and with that one, is what we are doing.”
― Annie Dillard
I make a mess of things, as my technology skills are challenged. I am tempted to delete the whole thing. But, I stop and regroup, walk away and let things settle a bit. I wake this morning still unsure as to what to do. And then I think to ask myself why? Why would I walk away from something that I enjoy so much. Something that makes me feel alive. After all the hours tick away no matter what I am up to so I might as well fill a few of them with what makes me feel alive.
If you haven’t read The Berry Pickers, by Amanda Peters, you should go right now and find a copy.
“I don’t have time for regret, or the emotional strength it requires. I see the world unfolding as it is meant to. Sometimes I have trouble finding meaning in the things that happen to me, but I assume that the universe knows what it’s doing.”
― Amanda Peters, The Berry Pickers