Can you feel that? Mercury goes direct today and all I can say is HALL-LE-FFF-ING-LU-YAH!
(I’m sure that’s sacrilege in some camps, but not mine — my god has a great sense of humor and curses like a fishwife.)
This morning I woke up and everything felt softer, easier — there was even a crispness in the air that felt mighty fresh and new. The dogs and I headed up to the farm and walked the fields for a good hour plus.
The pond was super low — like five feet lower than normal– due to the long, hot summer we have had, but there were two groups of high school girls running long miles around us for track practice and watching them in the sunlight was pure poetry. (of course Ollie very much wanted to run with them but he behaved himself and practiced restraint)
Their focus was simple. They ran in groups of four. There was just something about watching them run up and down hills — through the fields that fills my heart. Maybe because I logged no few long runs when I was in high school, maybe because I loved the opening scene of Daniel Day-Lewis in Last of the Mohicans (not the killing of the deer, obvs– but the running), maybe just because it’s an expression of our physical selves that I find beautiful.
We came home. I put breakfast down for the pups and then, just as I was reaching into the fridge for some almond milk for my coffee I stopped — for the zillionth time– and let my grounding words sink in to my heart, my consciousness, my breath.
|(do you not love that my dentists are “light and comfort” I mean, seriously, on what planet!)|
I have no idea if they actually mean anything in French, or not. And, as you can imagine, I don’t care — they have meaning for me.
In June 2010, when my marriage ended, I moved to a farm 20 minutes away from the house above Squam lake where I’d been living the five years previously.
Of course, I was a bit raw, fragile and all sorts of out of sorts that Spring. To my total surprise, a package arrived out of the blue — a how-to-start-a-new-life care package from my sweet friend Jeanine. It was honestly one of the most loving, thoughtful gifts I have ever received not least because it was completely unexpected.
There were all sorts of things in it– a long letter, bottle of wine, some funny things, some serious things and amid the abondanza was a box of French magnetic words.
Yes, those bits on the fridge above have been with me since the day I opened that package. I wrote what I wanted to bring into being and wow, yet more proof that this is exactly how it works. Because every single day of my life since sticking those little letters to the fridge — admittedly a most absurd and silly exercise– the experience of living deeply from a place of what I call ‘sanctuary’ has continued to come alive around me.
The first thing I do when moving into a new place — the very first thing — is to put those little words onto the fridge.
Anyway, not sure where I was going with that. Above are two snapshots from last week at the lake. A place you know well. A place that you know is a feeling that can’t be explained or expressed.
But I love that I share that with you. I love that I have spent time there with YOU and it is a reference for us — something we both understand even if we can’t put it into words – -not even funny faux French magnetic words.
It has become a tradition that when it is time for me to round-up and condense the week’s experience into a recap that I always say, “it was the best one ever.”
And, it has never been more true. It was the best one ever.
Not merely because we had the most crazy perfect off-the-charts gorgeous weather morning to night every. single. day. !!! — and not because the people who came were super chill and created a super sweet vibe — and not because there was such artistry (that QUILT SHOW OMG!!) and wild creativity. And definitely not because I had to take Jenny to the ER for seven stitches after she stabbed herself during the spoon carving class (NOT fun at all– and yet, we bonded so deeply and are now friends for life that you can’t take away the bad without losing the good).
|warrior Jenny the leg (her mafia name thanks to Terri Dautcher)|
It was the best because I have learned, changed and grown so much that my experience of the world around is just like those silly words on my fridge.
Thanks to YOU<–! I have found my groove teaching again and it is opening whole new worlds to me.
Below (left) you can see the yoga set up — the first morning I figured maybe one, possibly two people might show up seeing as it began at the ungodly hour of 6:15 am — I mean, seriously — whose crazy idea was THAT? but there were 18 people who showed up that first morning and from that point forward everything kept rolling out in just the most surprising and wildly beautiful ways.
Whew. I should probably wrap this up and just continue my rambles tomorrow. Just know, there are such good, kind, gentle people in the world. Ignore the fear mongering on tv. Ignore the efforts to make us react with hate, anger, judgement and aggression.
Ground into the truth that there are good, kind, gentle people in the world and if we stay connected with one another — we can hold steady through the storm.
bisous, my sweet friend– more tomorrow . . .
|photo by Forrest Elliott|
*This month — 30 days — I am writing a letter to my dear friend Mindy because I happened on Mindy’s post where she honored me to my core — sharing that she reads my blog (my long, long neglected blog) and it inspired me to promise that for one full month — 30 days of September– I would write her a letter each, and every day. Let’s see how I do . . . 🙂