"When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers." --Natalia Ginsburg

Friday, 29 June 2012

A Moving Masterpiece

A Moving Masterpiece
“The voyage of discovery lies not in seeking new horizons, but in seeing with new eyes." - Marcel Proust
I have really enjoyed using my deck this year. I have surprisingly been up early enough to see a few complete sunrises to the left of me—coming up over my neighbor’s house in splendor.
In the morning and afternoon the kids and I play out there, squeals of laughter and camaraderie infusing the air around us. The other day Lily and Charlie were on my heels as I cleaned up the deck laughing and pestering me, telling me how much they miss me---? (I was RIGHT there. I wondered briefly if they were referring to the 30 lbs I have lost recently--lol).
Sometimes I like to wind down in the evening after the house is tidied and made ready for the next day. Tonight I sat with a book and a cup of Earl Grey to enjoy the tentative sun that arrived late in the day. A few nights I have wandered out late leaving the house in darkness, to have solitude—to rest my mind before I rest my body. And there I sit on an old church pew on the same deck watching the same sky, same pond, same trees ---
And every time it is a Masterpiece.
Tonight the blue of the sky is reflected in the pond and the reflections of the trees are blurry. The daisies that grow wild along the road sway gently, and the water looks slightly dimpled from a light breeze that caresses the world as the birds chatter and gather their little ones for the night.
White wispy clouds like strips of soft cotton drift through the evening air and wrap themselves around the ethereal moon as deeper clouds of steel gray move along the horizon. The air is heavy with the smell of damp earth rising to meet the smell of freshly cut grass, warm and sweet from the mid-evening sunlight……
……..It is three hours since I came inside. The moon shines brightly and now shares a sky that is inky blue, with the lesser lights of the stars, peeking here and there from behind the clouds that have faded to a soft blue. My nocturnal friends the peeper-frogs and bullfrogs can be heard and fireflies are flitting across the lawn and through the apple orchard.
The last few months since I have started writing again, have been an absolute joy. I am living the same life—but with ‘new eyes’. I have always been a pretty happy person, but looking back through my life I see a thread of God-given joy and contentment—even in loss, regret, disappointment and death. I am grateful to see my life; past, present and future with these new eyes of mine--- (smile), but I am also looking forward to new horizons. I want to say thank-you to you, for taking the time to read, whether I am describing the world around me or sharing what is in my heart, the joy and the pain--- and since I know it is mostly friends and family that read-- tonight, I am sending this--
--with love, Annie

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