Here’s how I know I am really into this phase of writing the book: I am agitated. Not in a bad way – in a way that my brain is busy, thinking, creating, doing, puzzling, analyzing – and it simply won’t shut down.
This all makes for a pretty rotten nap time. However, it also makes for some decent progress on the writing front.
What I’m saying is that I’m pretty caught up in it.
Abby and I took a break to walk in a brief sunny spell (between showers) at Cable Bay. It was so warm. And it was lovely, except for the mud part and having to hose Abby down.
I’m taking another break tomorrow to hike the Roost and the Ridges.
And I want to finish my gardening books.
So much to do…..
Today marked my last of doing intense interviews with Germana for the book. Tentative title: “We Do Recover.”
But for me, today also marks the day of the beginning of the most intense phase of the writing process. No more one chapter at a time: now it’s tackle the entire book as a whole and go through it – all of it. Dive into the glorious mess and surface on the other side.
I love it.
Other things I loved today: a break in the rain so that Abby and I could take a long walk by the ocean. And carrying Simon with me, in my heart, all day.
Construction on the ark is well under way. In fact, I have actually already loaded the unicorns. This time, they are not going to be left behind. (I know what you’re thinking – just don’t try to get logical with me at a time like this)
Damn unicorns: always off playing when they ought to be paying attention.
I am strongly considering moving into it this evening before the flood waters rise to the top of the stable. Perhaps I’ll give it another day?
You see: here’s the thing the Bible doesn’t mention: the flood actually took place on the West Coast of North America. And you know how it is: history repeats itself. I am preparing. After all, the long range forecast is for rain interspersed with showers and rounded out by downpours for the foreseeable future.
Now, about this rounding up of animals. Does this have to include stink bugs, centipedes and rats?
Asking for a friend.
I desperately needed to get out and do some hiking. But then there was the weather to consider. Still slushy and slippery in higher elevations – soooo – we took ourselves off to Notch Hill. Two hills, many trails meant doing each hill three times. This even included some mild scrambling: just what I needed. (Abby disagreed at one point but hey…)
Halfway through our hike the heavens opened and it began to pour. My only concern was that I could no longer take photos. Every time I passed a photo op, I noticed the regret. “Akk! That would have been such a great shot!”
And then I noticed something else. Hmmm, I already had more than a dozen shots – was my glass half full or half empty? Imagine, on a rainy day on the West Coast I managed to get a whole bunch of lovely photos!
A wave of gratitude swept over me. That’s better.
And since that moment, I have been grateful for everything this day: the hot water that filled my tub, the cozy sweater I’m wearing – the last thing my Mother ever knitted for me. I am grateful for a cozy home, for Abby – the best hiking companion I could wish for.
I am grateful for the abundance in my life; for the love in my life; for the friends in my life; for my health and strength. Honestly, I couldn’t list everything that I am grateful for.
Mostly (really mostly) I am overwhelmingly grateful that Simon is in my life. That we love each other – that I was gifted this second chance at love with the most beautiful man I have ever known.
Spring comes early to the West Coast – and here’s proof that it’s here. Tender leaves beginning to unfold on the trail beside my house.
It’s been a quiet day – a busy day. I worked this morning. I walked with Julie this afternoon.
Wait – did I say busy? Let me take that back. I also had a nap and surfed the Internet. No – not busy. Just a fine day in my life.
Now – if only I didn’t have to wait two more months before I see Simon again! Gaaaaa!
Okay – I can handle it.
Yes – I am living proof that you are never too old be be crazy in love.
I almost forgot to write a post today!
I blame Simon entirely.
Let me explain: I got home from a VERY slushy walk with Abby to an email form Simon. Call me any time, he said. That was 4.30. So I called. And he kept talking for more than 2 hours. I had nothing to do with it.
Who me? respond? Question? Add my two cents worth? Enjoy hearing his voice? Wishing we could talk all night?
Of course not.
And while I admit it was Simon who suggested we had talked long enough and it might be time for each of us to have dinner, I’m quite sure I would have said the same thing given a smidgeon more time.
All his fault.
As I have said in the past, the secret of life is knowing who to blame.
Clearly I have that invaluable knowledge.
Today, I got caught up in poetry. Specifically, Mary Oliver. How is it that I had not discovered her magic until recently?
|You do not have to be good.
|You do not have to walk on your knees
|for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
|You only have to let the soft animal of your body
|love what it loves.
|Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
|Meanwhile the world goes on.
|Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
|are moving across the landscapes,
|over the prairies and the deep trees,
|the mountains and the rivers.
|Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
|are heading home again.
|Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
|the world offers itself to your imagination,
|calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
|over and over announcing your place
|in the family of things.
Poetry like this is like a Van Gogh painting – it stops me in my tracks; makes me gasp with its beauty.
Art: I am happy to be contemplating beauty and not the ugliness that man creates every day. Humans also create beauty: music, books, poetry, paintings, sculpture – and more and more.
The Mother creates beauty we cannot even emulate. Yet I intent to try. I am enthralled by the idea of reclaiming a piece of land, observing what the Mother does, learning from her, being her handmaiden – assisting her to create a place of magic for all that grows and lives in a beautiful garden.