Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.
from “Autumn Day” by Rainer Maria Rilke
Remember how aging used to be something you looked forward to? How when someone asked you how old you were, you proudly held up your fingers and were so excited when it was your birthday and one more finger raised the flag? At age five, you started school. At twelve, you were practically an adult….
Working long hours has left me feeling scattered. I’ve been unable to get back on course with my old routine (I do believe I had one, but I might be wrong).
I am writing this after just coming home from having a one hour, full body, hot stone massage. This wholly relaxed feeling is so foreign that some warped part of me wants to do battle with the Peaceable Kingdom to return to my high strung, whacko, anxious feeling world.
If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know that I am no fashionista. I try sometimes but have neither the time, patience, nor money. Especially when you don’t have a lot of money, you need the first two attributes — time and patience — to find the good deals. And fashion sense helps….
2009, the year my marriage went up in smoke, was the first time I tried kayaking. For that matter, 2009 was the year I tried a lot of new things. I was hungry for distractions and salve for my wounds. After paddling the Elk River with friends, I wanted to run out and buy a…