Autumn is swelling in fury this year.
A consideration of how the sun looks on the water at twilight, when the days stretch their long arms toward the horizon. I imagine the sun as a child; one more minute, one more minute, stubborn at the end of the day. Sparrows carve quick circles in the heated summer air, the dark green of their backs gleaming in sunset. With each careful dive they are collecting & gathering & building their homes; they are doing their most important work.
Summer has always been a season when I feel deeply rooted in this place, with these people, building my own home, piece by piece. This act of being together is our own most important work. Welcome, summer!
summer has slipped by in a way that always surprises me; even after 6 summers of camp . The days feel long and I am often too tired to read or write much of anything, but I am thankful for hard work and the ways that I am loved in this place. We have two weeks left with campers and some summer staff have already left to move on to the next steps in life. I am grateful for all the laughter & joy that this summer has brought, and beginning to feel sad about it ending, but comforted in the knowledge that our community will remain.
Lately I’ve been thankful for long, long hikes to places like this,
for sun filled days on the lake, laughing and learning together,
for visits from dear friends & the joy of sharing this place with them,
& for daily reminders to be present, to be kind & to live freely.
happy august to you all; what are you thankful for today?
Today, Montana was improbably warm & sunny for early February; the sky as blue as a summer day. I hiked 6 miles, hammocked in the sun & ended my day with guac & a beer. Happy Sunday, friends!
Lately, I have been grateful for camp songs & new friends,
For sweet gifts from a retreat guest & my daily yoga practice,
For long hikes & the most beautiful mountains,
And for days warm enough for hammocks & books.
What are you thankful for today?
I woke up to two inches of fresh snow and fog rising off the lake, blending with the mountains and reflecting the morning sun. This weekend was busy and tiring but entirely joy filled. Having a group of kids at camp always lifts my spirits, but this weekend I got to lead the retreat, rather than just be the person at meals. It felt so good to be leading games and songs, watching the kids laugh together and support each other. Spaces like camp are special, important and meaningful & I will never stop believing that.
Today is for rest, after 48 hours of shouting, singing, laughing, skiing and working. The light this morning was stunning and I thought I’d take advantage of it & take a few photos of my little house, and the pieces of it that make it my home.
This ivy was on the brink of death when I found it outside a cabin this fall. Inside, near my huge picture window, it’s doing much better.
Ginny bought me these two prints about two years ago, with no knowledge that I’d be moving to Montana in the future. The wood wall hanging is made from trees that grew and were harvested at Mar Lu Ridge, my forever home.
plants & mountains, always. (banner by ginny)
Maybe one day I will make my bed every morning, but that day has not yet come.
I am anxiously awaiting warmer days, when I can eat outside on the porch in the evening, and string my hammock up under the deck. Until then, it’s not a bad spot to watch the snow fall.
The past few weeks have been challenging and beautiful in a million different ways, but through it all I have been reminded of all the blessings in my life. I am so grateful for the life I’ve been given.
For the way Christmas lights make everything 10x more magical,
For blue bird days, cold fingers & sore legs,
For reminders of those who have shaped my life,
and for moments like this, when I am reminded to stop, notice & appreciate the ways the world supports and humbles me.
Wishing you all a peaceful holiday season with lots of reasons to give thanks!