Monday, January 25, 2010

I am so pleased with this photograph. The light in the cafe was so lovely, the morning was gray and cool; inside was warm and golden. I didn't plan the shot. The tea arrived and I was so delighted by the bowl cup, the flowery tea... Shoot now. Ask questions later.

Life is perfection, in all of it's trials and tribulations, it is perfect. Every moment. I feel blessed to have seen this one. If this were the only one I ever recall in this twisty turny life of mine, I'd say, "Not bad, my friend. Not bad."


Wednesday Morning

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The rain has been coming steadily for the last few days. I don't mind it. I spent many a winter in The Pacific Northwest and a string of wet days can stretch much longer than this wee storm. It is damp and grey and wet. The dog has no interest in relieving herself out of doors. That makes for a full puppy bladder and a VERY wet chaperon.

There is hush over the house. Even during the day, the candles are alight. The lights are off and the small streams of silver light pour through the tiny windows. It is not the golden pink light we are accustomed to, but it warms the soul just the same. A few crickets have taken refuge behind the ice box and are at present chirping a steady tune. Such is life in the cottage. Indoor, outdoor living I call it.

I like to sit and listen to the Earth absorb all of this luscious water. I can hear Her quietly soaking it in, feeding Her root children, preparing them for their spring debut. It is the most beautiful, silent sound in the world.

The lettuces are plumping up in the rain and await only a spray of good warm winter sun to coax them skyward!


Waiting To Rise

Monday, January 18, 2010

Life seems to be getting the best of me. It is a weary time. There is rain, but that is not the reason. I love the rain. I flung the windows open, lifted the linen drapes and welcomed in the fat and furious rain drops. Only when the pillows began to become damp, did I feel the need to shut the window, a little bit...

No, I am in a winter weary. Loving the rain, but overwhelmed by the trials of daily life. My eldest had gone off to school but struggles with the day to day activities of life on one's own. It is difficult not to let her know at every turn how fortunate she is, because the fact remains...she will only know when she knows.

So, we drove her six hours north. We tidied her kitchen. We spent an extraordinary amount of money at Trader Joe's, stocking her larder with all things moderately healthy, but quick and easy. This was all in hopes that if food is covered, then studying should be easy to slip in to the schedule.

As we drove south toward the highway, the phone rang, "Do you want me to come back?" I asked.

"Yes, please."

So she is here. I did what I would want my mother to do. Give me time. We have time. School starts on Monday. Another drive through the fertile California valley, to the sea. I have time.

Today, I wait. I wait to rise to the occasion.

Blue Moon

Friday, January 1, 2010

Happy, Happy, New Year, My Lovlies!

This was taken from my kitchen door. I am the luckiest person in the world. Thank you 2009 for all of the life, love and lessons that carried me to this day. I see my courage and I am content with who I am, who I have become and I am looking forward to who I will be. Oh, time, you are my great teacher. Look toward the New Year!