Last month, in celebration of my husband’s 51st birthday, we enjoyed a four day escape to our state’s gorgeous coast. The Fort Bragg~Mendocino area is about a four hour drive from our home, and holds a special place in our collective heart. We spent many random long weekends and holidays in this splendid place prior to our wedding nearly seven years ago. We really haven’t had a chance to visit as much as we used to in the last few years-illness, our home, responsibilities, expenses and other needs have stood in the way of wants. Such is life. But that is what made this time away all the more special.
This amazing time together was the perfect way to celebrate my husband’s next trip around the sun~a good and loving man who deserves everything he dreams of. This time with him also returned me to a fundamental truth~travel, this earth, beauty and love, all of it reminds me that I am meant to be here. Alive, happy and aware.
Have a gorgeous week.
Once again, my absence here was much longer than intended; but in between periods of self care I have been busy enjoying the gloriousness of life~like spending time with my hubby, and in the spirit of spring, planting my new flower garden.
My need to bury my hands in the dirt has been exceptionally strong. In years past this was a job I shied away from, mainly because the unrelenting pain and fatigue to follow would be foremost in my mind, and more often than not it just wasn’t worth it. This year it’s different; my longing for color and beauty in my immediate space has overwhelmed me, and this has been a simple and inexpensive way to achieve it.
This precious project has been worth everything~worth every ragged, broken nail, worth the sweat, and yes, worth the pain and fatigue that is now keeping me in bed. Looking out my windows and gently stepping outside my front door, if only for a moment, is all the reward I need.
I am also moved by how my fuji apple tree is now coming back to life; not so much pride, but instead a comfort. When this tree came into my world it was a mere baby, nothing more than a stick emerging from a large pot on my father’s balcony. In the days following his passing it became mine, so its success is an emotional process for me. I know he looks down at how well it is doing and his soul is soothed and happy.
It is such a gift to stay connected in this way to the man who will always dwell in my heart, and in a way that mattered to him.
I wish you a pleasant and inspiring weekend, friends.