Life's Rhythm

I've been staying with my four grandchildren for a week.

Life falls into a comforting rhythm.

I wake before dawn and brew my cup of tea. The house has the muted quiet of sleep.

I watch the sun rise over the distant peaks.
 

A new day is born.

Soon, I hear the eight year old on the stairs.

Always the first to rise, he likes this special time alone with me.

By 7, the 10 year old twins and 7 month old Sam are awake.

Eating breakfast, brushing teeth, changing a diaper, gathering backpacks -
off we go to the bus stop.
 

Sam and I wave goodbye and stroll up the road on our morning walk.

Birds sing and squirrels chatter. We see elk and fox and coyote tracks.

The day passes in a schedule of bottles, naps, and diaper changes.

 

Late afternoon, the front door crashes open. The children are "starved" after their day at school. Snacks and play time, dinner, homework, showers, pajamas - just enough time left for a book before lights out.
 

The house settles into sleep.

I brew a last cup of tea.

Life's quiet rhythm continues - One Good Thing...

Hope

I thought about writing a post on Monday, but after the bombing in Boston, I hesitated. I had friends in Boston for the Marathon. I needed to hear that they were safe. When word came that they were all OK, I felt relieved but also exhausted by random violence that forever changed so many lives.

It's been a snowy week in Denver, days and days of clouds and cold. Spring bulbs and blossoms that emerged too early were stunned by the below-freezing temperatures. Finally, today, the sun shines. Snow melts. Grass seems shades greener than yesterday.

Once again, I search for One Good Thing:

the warmth of the sun on my back, a robin ruffling its feathers, icicles dripping from the eaves, the smile of my Grandson.

I give thanks.

Life goes on.

A Feeling of Springtime in My Heart

Spring is more a feeling than a season at high altitude.

Though the calendar might indicate spring, it still looks like winter in Breckenridge, CO.

In fact, we had 7 inches (17 cm) of snow earlier in the week.

Most likely, we'll have snow on the ground through May.

However, the lighting is different - there is a soft glow on the snow.

Beautiful sunsets linger late over the western mountains.

Temperatures are warming, and the melt/freeze cycle has started.

fox tracks on the frozen Blue River, Breckenridge, CO

I want to thank all who have sent me positive wishes for healing.

I've posted some details about my illness and my journey toward health on Live and Learn.

I'm enjoying springtime both inside my heart and outside in my environment.

The feeling of spring is my One Good Thing today.

The Healing Path

Do you remember when I wrote of Finding the Tear?

Well, finally, after nearly 2 months of searching,

following the meandering trails of 5 different medical professionals,

I hope that I may be on the healing path.

I'll focus on wellness for the next several weeks.

I won't spend much time on the computer. 

Think of me occasionally, as I'll be thinking of you, my friends.

The photo of the inverted rainbow was taken early-morning,

February 22, when my grandchildren were leaving for skiing.

It's a very unusual phenomena.

I take it as a good omen. 

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In Perspective

a small object can cast a very large shadow

apply this to:

problems

worries

fears

advise to myself:

keep things in perspective

This and That - Scavenger Hunt Sunday

Not much photography to share this week. 

The sky's been alternately blue and gray.

However, even on sunny days, it stayed below freezing.

On the weekend, we babysat for Sam, who is 5 months old.

He's a smiling, content baby.

  His newest skill is blowing raspberries.

He especially delights in practicing while eating.

My glasses are coated in mashed banana

by the time I finish feeding him.

Gathering together a few photos for

Scavenger Hunt Sunday:

THE SMALL THINGS

Sam's fat little piggy-toes.

ILLUSTRATION

Bob and I bought this illustration in 1985 from a young artist

outside the Museum of Modern Art in NYC.

It's hung in several kitchens since then, in PA, in MD, and now in CO.

WORK of ART

My five year old grandson leads me through the fox installation at the Denver Art Museum.

WINDOW BEAUTY

A spruce laden with new snow provides some window beauty

as I snuggle inside with Sam.

VALENTINE

From my heart to yours:

Happy Valentine Day to all.

I hope your day isn't at all prickly!

Scavenger Hunt Sunday

Grandparent Time - Small Stone

Our Grandson, Sam, is 5 months old.

He stayed with us for a day last week.

We made faces and danced and sang.

We fed and burped and diapered.

Smiles were our reward.

we knew nothing of caring for babies
barely grown ourselves when twins were born
muddling through exhausting days and nights
longing for a private moment or at least a nap
miraculously we're given this second chance
at baby love

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Grand Social

Winter Storm Warning - Mindful Writing Challenge

snow swirling through the night, wind buffeting, the house a groaning ship in a white sea 

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We're back in Breckenridge, where a gusty storm deposited 10" (25C) of snow overnight.

Trees hold fluffy pillows and drifts undulate into the forest.

The sun is shining, telling me to put on layers and snap into the touring skis.

This is the last day of the Mindful Writing Challenge.

Though I am in the habit of writing daily, it's not always something to share.

Posting daily is a challenge for me.

Perhaps I'll join the community in writing a small stone each Sunday,

which seems more doable. 

Yippee for small stones, blog friends,

and

SNOW!

City Snowfall - Mindful Writing Challenge

sifting snow filagrees the trees as city lights turn the sky sienna

Mindful Writing Challenge

A temperature drop of 40 degrees in Denver overnight - we woke to a couple inches of snow. 

By the weekend, it's supposed to be spring-like again.

Crazy winter weather. 

Split Personality - Mindful Writing Challenge

Thanks to all of you who inquired by E-mail about my health.

I continue to have skin problems which my DRs now expect is allergy-related. 

I am on a course of treatment that involves removing any possible allergens from my body.

Because of my loss of appetite and now a restricted diet, I'm losing weight rapidly.

For some, this might be welcome, I know.

For me, I shouldn't lose much more weight, or I'll become too frail. 

I haven't really felt "sick," just miserable from the itching/burning.

I found I was unable to be mindful about much but my misery,

which I didn't really want to share!

Today, I'm feeling much better, so I'll  post,

hoping I can visit other Mindful Writers soon.

two pretty scarves, one a bold graphic pattern

the other a shy, pale field of wildflowers

what fun to decide each day which person I'll be

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A Chance Meeting - Mindful Writing Challenge

On a warm, winter afternoon, we sit alone but together outdoors at a neighborhood coffee shop. I watch the tiny bird as it watches me. We don't speak, yet we communicate. Our brown eyes hold a gaze as I lift pieces of scone to my mouth. I'm thinking about blackberry being my favorite when the bird seems to tell me, "It's MY favorite, too." We relax companionably as the rhythm of the city moves around us. Finally, it's time for me to go. "Goodbye," I whisper, leaving behind a tidy pile of flaky crumbs. In no rush, my new friend waits politely until I vacate the space.

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Taking a Walk - Mindful Writing Challenge

the sun warming our faces

we walk a wide boulevard

talking and holding hands

I see us through eyes from my younger years

when I would smile and point and say to my husband

"sweet!"

when I saw an old couple strolling

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Transformation - Mindful Writing Challenge

I used so many words yesterday

there were none left for mindful writing.

I'm in the city.

I have errands and appointments.

Constant interaction with doctors, strangers, and shop people

exhausts me.

When I was younger, I thrived on this mix.

Now, not so much.

One of my last stops is at the salon for a hair cut.

It's the high point of my day.

My "gal" is not young.

However, she's very hip.

Red lips and swinging asymmetrical blonde hair,

she's wearing skinny boyfriend jeans (rolled of course)

just above her high-heeled ankle boots.

Tight black tank dress shows just a hint of lacy black t-shirt.

I'm in my usual and very ordinary black on black,

yoga pants and T.

She pays strict attention as I sit in the chair.

(An artist ready to create a masterpiece?)

After shampooing, massaging, and patting dry,

she raises her scissors and begins. 

Grey hair flies from my scalp.

We laugh and talk as she works.

My hair gets shorter and shorter.

She twists and gels it into spikes.

I am transformed in less than an hour.

I am still a grammy, but now a hip grammy.

I'm thinking about ankle boots or at least skinny jeans.

The new me.

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Shift in Attitude - Mindful Writing Challenge

Birds may have chirped, but I paid them no mind. A yapping dog ran beside me - my stride never wavered. Businessmen, phones pressed to their ears, ignored me as I did them. I didn't noticed any warmth from the sun. Monkey Mind chattered incessantly in my brain.

double exposure - grandson opening gift - edited

Suddenly, a little boy scampered in front of me. Head cocked so my pink coat reflected in his mud-puddle eyes, he grinned up at me. "Hi ya!" he shouted gleefully. I stopped and fumbled for my my smile. Where the heck did I put it? "Hi yourself, little guy!" Satisfied, he pulled his Mama forward. She shrugged an apology as we continued our separate ways. Immediately, I felt the caress of the sun. Birds began to serenade. My shadow walked jauntily, slightly ahead. People began nodding good morning. 

"What a great day, " I thought to myself. 

Still smiling...

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Still with Us - Mindful Writing Challenge

my husband stands silently holding the phone to his ear and smiling

I know he's hearing his best friend's voice

Frank's been dead a year and a half
but

he sounds strong and cheerful on his answering machine

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View from top of Imperial Chair, Breckenridge Ski Area (2011) - last time we skied with Frank

Banishing the Chill - Mindful Writing Challenge

An ice fog obscures the mountain.  Overnight chill penetrates the house. I light the fire and brew tea. Warming my hands on the cup, steam rises to greet me. I draw the bow of the serrated knife through the bread with a flourish, as though I'm starting an overture. The scent of cinnamon reaches me as the slab turns crisp and brown in the toaster. 

The phone rings - I hear the smile in a friend's voice. 

Finally - fire, tea, toast, friend - the cold is banished. 

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Lighting the Candles - Mindful Writing Challenge

 Needing cozy, I light all the candles in the early afternoon. Though still daylight, their glow makes me content. The hearth beckons with leaping flames. Snow sifts downward, white onto white. 

In my cocoon of warmth, I wait.

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Find the Tear - Mindful Writing Challenge

Awake suddenly in predawn darkness. Flames in the bedroom fireplace cast flickering shadows. Into my mind comes a phrase that has haunted me all week, "you can't mend until you find the tear." I concentrate on what this might mean, but any literal interpretation eludes me. Now, in the afternoon, I probe for meaning once again. I google the phrase, thinking maybe I read it somewhere. But, nothing matches. Is it guidance or warning? I'm sure I won't forget. If I ever find the tear, I'll tell you. And I'll start to mend.

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Sculpture along Embarcadero, San Francisco, CA (May 2011)

Friendship

We share ideas, feelings, questions. A winding discourse about the mundane and the important brings us back to the moment. Afterward, I feel unburdened, happier, my spirit lighter. 

The bond of true friendship sustains and uplifts.

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I have a few close friends with whom I feel a deep connection. 

I  thought of them today as I wrote this stone. 

They are my daily Good Things. 

Inside Looking Out - Mindful Writing Challenge

outside:

trees trunks flocked white 

branches waving skyward

wind chill plummeting

gusts rattling windows

sheets of snow whipping

winter storm warning

inside:

warm triple-chocolate brownies 

peppermint steam rising from tea

fresh bread wafting cinnamon

fire flickering its invitation

book open on my lap

awaiting the storm

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