Tuesday, March 04, 2008

waking up in a mountain stream

Winter has gotten the best of me, I'm ashamed to say. As usual, I get introverted and anti-social and just plain lazy during these periods of shitty weather and few outlets to let loose and commune with nature, and my blog has suffered as a consequence. But I just came back from a visit with my brother and his family in Colorado and I feel a bit refreshed. My beautiful nieces, ages 3 years and 6 months, are just so, so fucking alive and happy (most of the time) and carefree and trusting. Not normally being around kids much, I had forgotten that was even possible. I feel like the last few days of playing hide and seek and legos and sledding and teaching my niece how to properly build a cushion fort and maneuver a straw in your mouth so it cleanly and fully swings side to side, all while surrounded by the majestic Rocky mountains has awoken me from my hibernation.

The continuous shit overflowing in the news about war and politicians with false smiles and people going on gun rampages and our earth dying can't touch me today at least. Life will go on and happiness and freedom will continue to flourish in the hard cracks between responsibilities and desires and hated. We all could perhaps use a little dose of that kind of pure, but unfortunately only temporary magic in our lives, right?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dana how cool you helped your niece build a fort...ah fond memories of forts , the woods, dirtbomb fights.(dysfunctional neiborhood of thugs we were at age 7-11 yeppers..Great fun.

I hear you about the winter and the earth , nature. I am fortunate this yr..as i gave up and let my garden go fallow..for t w o yrs...well this yr Agronomy has struck and paid off the red clay will yield sweetgrass and herbs..and the compost actually allowed the WORMS to live..no sm feat.

Anyhow Hello to you and your readers hi all :)

i am blog shushi whatever rolling YOU - greetings. and nice to meet ya here in the sphere..

oh hope u can draw up some gardening plans. The joy of watching it take shape..its an art form too...(yeah i am obsessed this yr)