Seasons

I want to spend Winters in a cabin by a lazy, frozen river surrounded by hearty pine trees & mountains. Snow sports during the day & big family dinners at night w/ story-telling & laughter by the fire. I want to bake & share & get a pink nosed kiss in the gently falling snow.

I want to spend springtime in the city dashing from 1 location to the next in rain boots checking out architecture, museums & art galleries. I want to hike deep, green forests in the misty mornings & focus on new beginnings. I want wildflowers & to wear bright, fresh colors.

Summers spent on the water. Morning yoga alone on a beach or watching sunrises & drinking coffee w/your ❤️. Watermelon & BBQ. Flip flops, tan lines & wet hair in the sun. Bonfires & guitar sing-alongs. Farmer's markets & ice cream. Water fights & kisses w/ sunburned lips.

Fall holds my ❤️. Hoodies & tall boots. Pumpkins & fog & pops of color against grey. Crisp air & spiced everything. Scary mazes, haunted houses, costumes & hot cider. Caramelizing the air w/roasted corn & candy apples but tinged by hay & smoke. Cozy blankets & a book by the fire.

THIS is how I want to approach/experience life in each season.

Fickle Feels

Written in the summer of 2011, when my mother in law passed away.

Life, in so many ways, is fickle. Tightly Bound by emotions. Emotions hang delicately by strands of reason. It doesn't always make sense. It rarely aims to please. It can bring you the deepest Joy you've ever imagined and it can Pierce you to the core with fiery knives of self-doubt, hatred and uncertainty. Life is fragile, yet it can be well cultivated- trained even. Life can be given and life can be taken. Life can be stolen, shared, destroyed, wasted and grown. Life cannot be fair, cannot be just if that who possesses it is not fair or just. To watch one live is a gift; but to live yourself fully is to share the greatest given gift with those who do likewise.