Category Archives: Mindfulness

drunk seagulls, messed up flight-plans

Me and the boy’s went out last night to soak in the sunset.  We perched on a huge field stone, surrounded by trees that love me and said good-bye to another day.  We contemplated the sadness I carry and how to make each moment sacred when it’s easier to engage in hate and despair.

Then a crazy flock of seagulls breezed on by, seemingly high as a kite.  The seagulls were having some sort of to do last night to the west of me.  They flew by in small groups, sporadically, but all evening.  This one rather large flock must have strayed from the straight and narrow and stopped in at a pub before continuing their journey.  Their flight plan was in tatters, swirling about in circles, a most inefficient way to get from point a to b.  But it was good for a laugh.

They reminded me that life was perfect.  A pink cotton candy sky, layers upon layers of exquisite colorings that shifted every few minutes, horses grazing, rubber boots that don’t leak, two dogs that adore me, a pasture that’s mine to roam in, a warm house to go back to, a moment without the sadness.

birds in flight (2)
My “bird’s in flight” pictures leave a lot to be desired!  I’ll keep working on them.  : )

birds in flight


Most magical day!

I had a magical day!

I met the most beautiful soul.  He made me feel precious.

Sweet Sam went swimming for the first time in 2 years since having a frightening experience while swimming.

I ended this amazing day around a fire and watched the meteorite shower and northern lights.

I feel blessed, and am overflowing with gratitude.

My favorite way to spend the day….

There’s a little cabin 1 ½ miles from my place where I find solace.  I pack books, my journal, a lot of water, some paperwork and a supper wrapped in tin foil.  The anticipation is high as my boys watch me pack up.  It always takes too long, and I get baleful looks and jittery dances in front of the door.

I hook the boys up to the bike and they slowly pull me across the highway.  Once we are on the safety of the path, I let them loose and they immediately pee on everything within a 10’ radius and then take off to explore.

I bike and the boys race up ahead till we get to the aspen stand where the trees are magnificent and the undergrowth is minimal.  I take off the harnesses and lock them and the bike up to a tree.  We pick a random animal path that heads straight south into the bush.

I always feel strung out as we start off our mini journey, and every stumble and branch in my face feels like a punch in the gut.  My soul is definitely not ok.  I wonder why I bother because it’s so much work to come here, but the cabin getting close with each step, tugs at me.  It’s a healing, soothing balm for my raw, wounded spirit.

The bush is wet and slosh through swampy areas, step over fallen trees, and slip on the slick mat of leaves.  Time and time again I’m thankful that I moved to minimalist footwear; my ankles are strong and never give out.

My backpack is heavy with all the provisions for the few hours I will be away from the house.  The load keeps me to a mere trudge, but I know I need the distractions to keep sane.  For most of the time in the bush, I am not able to tolerate the silence and have either music or a podcast playing to fill the quiet void.  Listening to dance music in my golden hued enchanted forest seems wrong, but I try to forgive myself.

After 10 minutes of cutting straight through the bush we make in onto the unkempt trail.  It seems as wide as a highway, but it has holes big enough to swallow up Sweet Sam.  We never know where we will come out along the path, and always get drawn to the west, when it’s eastward that we actually want to go.  I wonder why this is.

It takes another 10 minutes of dodging the holes, and skirting the edges of deep standing water before we reach the cabin.  As I walk into the clearing, it’s like I’ve taken a hit of some marvelous drug.  For the next few hours I’m free.  No hydro.  No phone, no people.  I’m not lazy, and I’m not trying to be a hard worker.  I’m not a complicated mess that can’t find her place.  The bone deep loneliness drops away, the loneliness that makes me want to kill myself.  Out here, it doesn’t matter that I struggle with depression.  The sickening feeling from being alive lifts off my chest and I can breathe.

I open the door and know that I have arrived home.  I set about starting a fire.  They boys snuffle around outside, cataloging every overturned leaf, and every new footprint.  The fire catches and I go out to replenish the kindling that I used, but can’t help but stop to play with Mr. Sam I Am and Hephzibah.

Hephzibah, the staid, serious little man in our household let’s his hair down a bit and permits himself to chase Sam around the clearing.  Sam runs and runs in tight circles, flitting here and there.  I laugh and encourage his silliness.  When I go back in, the fire has died, so I nuture it back to life.  Soon the packet of food is sizzling and the cabin is warming up.

To be continued…

Tongues out, it’s a good evening

Went on a bike ride today to clear the obsessive thoughts running through my mind.  Chose to enjoy my family of choice rather than wasting energy on my family of origin and their manipulations. Good choice if I might say so!