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The Journey Continues

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My husband and I were on a walk mid afternoon, last week. I am not a day walker, I love walking in the early morning when the temperature is a little cooler, especially in summer. Mosquitos hopefully are not awake yet, or at least, the bug spray I use is working. But, this was an impromptu trek, along with other errands we were running that day.

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We noticed that the landscaping that had been put in place in the athletic park was growing and enhancing the native foliage already in place. Recent rains had made the grass of the soccer field and baseball field lush and dense. Wire fences that designated property lines between the public space and private property are barely visible, because the woods pressing past this disappearing barrier into the strategically arranged evergreens and plants. The past, ever-present.

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This last year and a half is a lot like the woods that the park’s fence attempts to hold in place. It has been advancing into my present. I sense a hyper-vigilance, as if the message may impede forward progress. But something about the walk I took that day, I can’t say if it was the symbolism of the path, if it was the comfort of my husband’s presence, but I no longer felt the anxiousness for the incomplete writings, for the job search still on-going, for the “loose ends” to be tied. I am where I need to be, pressing forward.

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The Breakfast Nook

I have spent the better part of this year in my home office helping organize a fundraiser with my husband. Scary, first time venture that was such a success we are doing it again next year. However my refuge of computer, music, books and view of the front of our property lost it’s hold on me and I have moved to my favorite place in the house. My breakfast table.

The breakfast nook is strategically placed at the back of the house with windows on two sides, to my left and in front of me. The back door has a window insert, providing me with a view of the back yard and woods that make up the three acres of what I loving refer to as Evansridge.

I am easily distracted by the finches and cardinals at the bird feeder and the family of doves that linger below it. The wood’s winter dress is grey, brown and taupe with a very little adornment of green and gold pine needles, that reminds me of a painting of horses in the woods I saw some years ago, in which the painter has hid the forms of the horses in the trunks and branches of the trees…a trick to the eye. What is lingering in my woods? Just the trees, less the adornment of their leaves, which are slowly decomposing into the forest floor, a mulch blanket of sorts.

It is chilly enough that hot beverages are an all day craving, a cafecito or cup of tea, maybe a little amaretto in the coffee in the evening. For now, I am content here, at this moment to write a bit, read and sip on something warm.

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