Saturday, August 24, 2013

the shedding of old skin...

I sit with a view from every window of great oaks bending toward earth and sky, the bright green moss dangling from thick, sturdy branches. Vacation...finally. I dreamed of spending time writing, yet all I wish to do is move my body and curl up with a book. Sometimes my thoughts are ethereal, ideas coming to me in bursts of color, then slipping away, dissipating before I can pull them back. I am trying to listen to what I truly need and not what I should be doing.

Tomorrow we go on a six hour hike up mountain peaks and ending at the ocean in Big Sur. It will challenge me in ways I haven't been challenged before. It is a good time to test myself.

My work life is in transition - leaving one job and another path not yet discovered or defined. I feel sure it is out there. I can sense it just out of reach...will-o'-the-wisp moving toward me in the dark. I am looking forward to going into an office and not telecommuting, where the line between work and home gets so muddled. I miss being with co-workers and the camaraderie of common goals and shared achievements. I am a social creature despite my penchant for silent, uninterrupted space when I write.

There are new tests ahead. It is a time for growth and change - the shedding of old skin... and the renewal and discovery of another aspect of myself. I am ready...

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Friday, August 16, 2013

No more homeless

While driving around town last week... Mom, I've got an idea. Just popped into my head... I want to gather up all the homeless people in the state. All of them. And we're going to have a protest march and gather in the streets and friends will come and we will protest. Until there are no more homeless people on the street. ....That's my Boy with the big ideas

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Saturday, August 3, 2013

So, things change and so things remain the same...

The summer light is different. Sunsets full of vermillion and bold streaks of pink clouds. Sunrises following with muted colors that burst into a yellow blaze. My children seem to grow exponentially faster with the longer days of summer, their brown limbs stretching upwards like plants seeking light. Even their toes leave a larger imprint on the earth.

Yet some things do not change. They still sport milk mustaches after every sip, slam doors in their haste to go out, come in, back out...again, and blessedly continue to plunk down in my lap for a cuddle, and to tell me their stories.

I know that not many years from now I will look back on this time and think how small my children were. But, for now, what I see...are my children growing bigger by the day.

So, things change and so things remain the same...

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