Sunshine. Cool breeze. Lingering looks at the bay with each window encounter, accented by tree covered islands, speckled by boats. Running along a trail. A clever replacement of train tracks. Body unsure what to make of a flat gravel expanse. There are hills, but flat exists here… Mustn’t get used to it, but shall fully appreciate it.
Nova Scotia is on Atlantic Standard Time… What on earth is AST? Deep sleep torn by a jaunty tune on my old iPhone at 6:15 that felt like 5:15. Sandpaper covered red eyes squinting to see the time. I grabbed the wrong glasses and was lost for a moment. The tip off was the plastic… Continue reading
It’s another early day for me, as I write, hurtling along at 30,000 feet, en route to my family and friends in Nova Scotia. A two-hour flight seemed like the perfect opportunity to set some words to a page, and after a somewhat harried and grey morning on the ground, it’s a relief to be… Continue reading
Oh my… I don’t want to sound like a broken record, always referring to sleep, but I will say, for me – sleep quality and quality of life are closely intertwined. A few (yes, even just a few) good hours go a long way, friends. This said, I’m pretty much out of gusto for this… Continue reading
I’m a little punchy. Six and a half hours of driving with a cat who howled every time I changed lanes, an hour of unloading, and not enough food will do that. I’m “home alone” for the next three days (though, thankfully, my lovely mama will be joining me for most of it), and so far… Continue reading
Today was a giant stick and a five year old’s giant imagination. Today was grey clouds and first orange leaves and layers for warmth. Today was suitcases and boxes and folding and packing. Reminders of how little we actually need.
On the afternoon before my eldest son’s birthday, a man stood atop one of the buildings on Main Street in Brattleboro, VT and manned a bubble machine that sent a mass of soapy rainbows floating through the air for about 15 minutes, just as my boys and I were walking about. I sent up silent thanks… Continue reading
Today was filled with downpours. Torrential rain pounded the slate roof, then rushed off, clattering, into the metal gutters for hours and hours. There were waves of thunder and the occasional flash that broke through the grey. I love storms, and I welcomed Mother Nature’s support. Today, I began packing. It was a rainy day in paradise.
The morning began with a piercing screech that any mother would recognize as the default method of communicating “low blood sugar” by a small child. Our visiting friends were up before we were. Sleep hung heavy on me, a cup of green tea not enough to clear the cobwebs. I struggled to pull them back, with the energy of… Continue reading
The moon is so bright that the night now hovers in an eight hour limbo between dusk and dawn. It is gorgeous, but I suppose I should save that eulogy for tomorrow… Today is happy exhaustion, and I will not allow for a moment of regret over having not thought in terms of words to share during the… Continue reading
The light this morning was crisp, and its play of light and shadow through trees was stunning under their canopy. The breeze was cool, and every color vibrant. Mother Nature brought her very best today, and nothing about it seemed rough around the edges. I, on the other hand, have been awake since midnight, when some unknown… Continue reading
The change has been subtle, but I feel it; it’s in the early mornings and the late evenings now. There is an edge to the coolness that wasn’t there a week ago. More misty mornings. Shorter days. Summer always seems so fleeting when the shift towards autumn begins, when we are far enough in that I… Continue reading