Day 10 - M A X’ S R O C K - This is the only spot in my yard that gets afternoon soon, so naturally I would choose to rest here after my walk, listen to a woeful tune and take to weeping for a few minutes. What else is there to do in the time between a midday walk and afternoon nap? 💧
I cried because there are so many things I miss - and though perched on this rock I have a view of my log fortress, private wooded acres, and several vehicles in the drive - I felt trapped. So I cried. But only for like, two songs. The magic of the Sun’s healing heat started to warm me from the inside out and I stripped off my jacket and muck boots and sat on the rock like a 43 year old kid that was contemplating running away but couldn’t get past the end of the driveway and the comfort of her own little corner of the world. I guess I will stick around a while.
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To everyone reading this: go outside, sit in the sun, have a good cry. If you have a dog to sit by your side during this process, all the better. (If y’all on IG are wondering where Day 9 is - well, Day 9 was one of those days, and only made it on to my FB page: Mountain Girl Photography NY. 💧
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Day 8 - M Y B R O K E N T R E E - I pass her every day on my walk. Wind, lightening, age have all taken their toll and left permanent scars. Knowing she is one of the oldest maples left on this side of the mountain, I weep knowing she is too weak for me to tap. I wonder what she looked like in her glory. Now, she looks dead, or dying. Broken, ripped apart, struck one too many times. Still, she is
A L I V E.
Every spring, a branch or two will leaf out. Every spring, I walk by, amazed that after the beating she has had, she still blooms. I hope she will bloom this year, because I look to my broken tree for hope and strength. She is a symbol, now more than ever. We may be bent, broken in places, getting the hell beat out of us but we are alive and will bloom again.
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Day 7 - S N O W R O N A D A Y - Makes for a happy kid and dog, so no complaints here. The genius schedule I came up with for Bella to ensure school work and chores get done includes free time for screens or baking, etc. So the 11 yr. old decided that I’d given her the green light for complete kitchen access. I made the mistake of taking a nap, since the posted schedule on the wall was doing all the hard work. Woke up to Pinterest-inspired-no-bake-eggless-raw cookie dough. . . “You used my precious flour and chocolate chips and an entire stick of butter for cookies you aren’t baking?!” Turns out, I stole enough dough to bake a dozen cookies and they are pretty yummy.
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Moral of the story...there really isn’t one accept my kid makes me crazy but she makes me laugh, so I will keep her.
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