Category: At Home

Coming Back From a Walk

March 27th, 2013 — 8:30pm

Sallie runs ahead,

Her ears flopping joyfully.

I smell woodsmoke in the air.

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Rain Day

March 10th, 2013 — 8:18pm

We’re at home because of the weather.  It’s one of those drizzly March days when water drips off the ice piled on the roof and the snowmobile won’t run properly and time for once feels as spacious and slow as I so often want it to.

I have a cold and couldn’t sleep last night, but am peaceful with that.  It’s a meditative day.  I finished rereading The Small Room, by May Sarton, in the morning.  A small, quiet book of ideas that interest me.  All afternoon I’ve been working steadily but without urgency on my own book.  Soon I’ll take a  walk, the kind of walk appropriate for a person with a cold on a rainy March day.  I’m looking forward to smelling the watery air and not going too far or too fast.

I am an overachiever, driven.  This allows me to dream big dreams and sometimes achieve them.  It also makes it hard to relax.  I’m grateful to be forced into relaxing today, as well as I’m able.

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