Celebrating a Year

July 19, 2015

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7.19.15The garden yields its first harvest– a bowl of fresh pesto heading for the freezer. It is such a delight on cold winter evenings to pull out the bag of tiny green nuggets and toss a couple into a sauce or soup, inhaling the smell of summer as they melt.

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July 20, 2015 at 10:47 am

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July 18, 2015

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7.18.15Feeling a bit under the weather, so I spend a quiet day at home, catching up on my blog after 2 weeks off the grid, taking care of small online-soluble nuisances that have piled up in my absence. It’s nice to have the freedom to curl up in a metaphorical ball and let the daily chores beyond my door slide by.

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July 20, 2015 at 10:42 am

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July 17, 2015

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7.17.15Today P sells his moving-out-of house. There is no counting-your-chickens in matters like this, no tempting fate. We drive down for one last look around and then I wait somehow nervously for his call that all has gone as scheduled at the closing. In the evening his boys and their girls come over for an impromptu celebration. Now it’s onward for him, after tying up loose ends, to the fixing up of his moving-into house. I remember the feeling of this day from 3 years ago, a whiff of nostalgia, but mostly relief that the future is finally foreseeable.

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July 18, 2015 at 5:27 pm

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July 16, 2015

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7.16.15There’s no place like home, after being away from everything familiar for somehow too long. I inhale the familiar scents of my life, still moving slowly through re-entry, not ready yet to shoulder the weight of my waiting responsibilities.

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July 18, 2015 at 5:17 pm

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week 353 ~ I’m a cactus to his feelings

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m3.353

I’m a cactus to his feelings
he’s a hammer to my balance
it makes for a tentative dance
love finds its feet but not its wings
not yet the comfort that trust brings
I hang suspended in my fall
marshaling truths I still recall
he lashes out turns inward why
is it so hard to simply fly
to breathe the wonder of it all

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July 18, 2015 at 5:12 pm

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July 15, 2015

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7.15.15And too soon it is time to leave. Home calls, and obligations, as July has swept halfway past while we have been “down east,” off the grid, far from the instant connectivity that has come to mark our daily lives. As J brings the boat around to pick us up, M & C wait on the shore, a timeless photo of land and sea and those who live with that connection. I will miss the rustle of aspen leaves, the splash of waves, the immediacy of nature, but this is not my world. We leave early and drive straight through arriving late, hoping we are ready for what awaits us.

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July 18, 2015 at 4:29 pm

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July 14, 2015

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7.14.15Happy Bastille Day to many friends, and happy walk-around-the-edge-of-the-island day for me.

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July 18, 2015 at 4:20 pm

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