these days of cold spring mornings ~

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my word for this year is sail. i don't easily forget the word. and when i do, something like a walk by the water, a purchase of salt fish, or a bag floating within a gust of wind, reminds me to - sail. 

some days i sail softly through our peony garden, speaking gentle words, to encourage growth. 

and then there are days when i must sail like a beast, when a storm comes along, threatening to shake the realest parts of me.

through it all, i willingly try to accept where each adventure might take me, even if it's just to la bodega and back. i admit, i love these days most, where i am just still or in the movement of the ordinary. eh, it's different ya know, kinda sailing within my heart.

...these days of cold spring mornings, writing out bills, raising teenagers, listening, dirty dishes in the sink, tiny bits of time to create.  it's the real deal, and i can't argue with that. : )

"Now I become myself. It’s taken Time, many years and places, I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people’s faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning..."
May Sarton

xo