Call me a modern day pioneer woman.
For my birthday, I received a book called “Modern Pioneering“. The author, Georgia Pellegrini, is a cook, gardener, outdoor adventurer and do-it-yourself kind of gal. As someone who just got her own Leatherman multi-tool (the Charge AL model, just in case you were wondering), I can identify with her.
In the spirit of self-sufficiency, I’m making my own maple syrup. This is the third year that my husband and I have done it. So Canadian, eh?
I’d forgotten my iPhone in the front seat of the truck, which meant my husband had to turn around and drop it off to me at the train station. As he passed me the phone, he said “You’re going to work on your mindfulness this weekend, right?”. Yeah.
(Image from plumvillage.org)
When the Universe tells you something, pay attention to the message.
It only took the Universe three times to get through to me.
Just turned 100…my 100th blog post, that is! Can’t believe that I’ve been able to keep at this blogging thing for more than two years now.
Off to pursue another adventure, I pulled my car up to the US Customs booth.
“Where are you going?”, the officer asked.
My worlds are colliding.
Family. Friends. Work. Yoga. I have a tendency to keep these parts of my life separate, in that they don’t seem to mingle much. For some reason, I don’t tend to mix them all together into one big jumble. I’m not opposed to it. Maybe it’s happened because I’m a little introverted and prefer to keep certain things to myself.
Last week, I “got off the grid”. No cell or Wifi service.
It was lovely. I needed to “disappear” on a vacation. For 8 days, I travelled with my husband in the truck camper. Just because. No agenda, except to get away.
I’m physically tired.
There’s been a lot going on. I had appointments on Saturday AM, then was off to the clinic’s summer party in the afternoon. I taught two yoga classes on Sunday and did yard work for the remainder of the day. Back at the clinic the next morning then babysat my nephew for a few hours (changed his diaper twice!!). Tuesday, I did some research on an interesting case involving hind leg lameness in a very sweet Doberman.
“When it rains, I let it.”
~113 year old man in response to a question on the secret of his longevity
Do you notice when the seasons change? For me, I mark this time of year with the first appearance of bluebells, daffodils and the magnificence of my neighbour’s magnolia tree in full bloom. I awaken to the birds as they sing in the morning. I watch the rain fall into puddles, listen to the wind howl through the trees and observe how the lightning dances across the darkened sky.