Early morning sun streams through the cool air, unusually crisp for late July. The steam from my coffee rises in swirls and is gently pushed across the rim by a nearly imperceptible southern breeze. I sit at the fire pit to soak up the sun on my face, to feel the warmth penetrate my skin and reach its arms far beneath that outermost layer.
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Read MoreThe grass gives way with each step I take toward the house, crunching beneath my feet, dressed in a thin veil of ice. As the light from the house reaches out to greet me, the grass suddenly explodes in a brilliant display of flickering, glistening, sparkling lights. Like the glitter I would find left behind, all those years ago, after Abby would dance in her fairy outfit and stop to give me a hug.
Read MoreEvery morning I look to the heavens, ink black and forever deep, like a bottomless sea. Only the stars and planets poke bright holes in the darkness creating the heavenly arch and giving the illusion that they wrap around the earth like a blanket. My routine each day is the same. I wake at the same hour and I follow the same path one half hour past waking. My responsibility to my animals is unwavering, steadfast, and pleasant in its predictability.
Read MoreAnd in the blink of an eye they day has come. Abby walked briskly down the walk, backpack in place, ready for high school to begin. Butterflies have set up residence in her stomach, but she is still positive. Her energy sits like an explosion on the head of a pin, controlled and balanced. As a parent we have the knowledge of what comes next. We can remember those high school years of our own. So we sit on the roller coaster, this time in the back seat, watching and quietly waiting all summer as the cars make their way up the first hill.
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Driving through Newton on a Thursday morning moving from task to task on my list, I glanced briefly at the oncoming car. And in that instantaneous moment, just a breath of life really, I saw a man driving and his dog standing, front paws between the seats and head next to his owner’s . And in that moment, the man reached up and pulled his dog’s snout over to plant a loving kiss on that soft muzzle. In my mind time stopped; A photo snapped; and I was pulled, as if by the tidal force of memory, back nearly twenty years to the love of my life.
Read MoreUpon birth, I was given this gift of seeing the world in words. I watch as magic sentences hang on the branches of the trees and words float through the clouds, finding each other and joining hands in a mysterious way.
Read MoreSome days it feels as if I am riding a bike and the universe has paved a road just for me.
Read MoreI walk amidst the flipflops that have been strewn on the floor of the mudroom in an attempt to locate my heavy winter muck boots, and I feel a pang of longing in my heart. The summer-like weather of the weekend, filled with sunshine and warm wind, seems so long ago.
Read MoreStepping out onto the deck in the pre-dawn hour the cacophony of voices ring out in the darkness and make me smile. Thousands of peepers invisible to the eye herald in the spring, no doubt thrilled with the misty rain caressing my cheeks.
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