Wintering

There is much to love in the winter. The crisp, fresh air that tickles your nose. The crunch of the snow underfoot, the play of light across a field. It helps make up for the heavy shoveling, cold fingers and slippery roads.

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Turning

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Having spent the weekend spackling, mitering, nailing, and touching up items big and small, I can cross many tasks off my list. The tasks keep my mind occupied, and as a result, not fretting about selling and moving. We been in the same place for 26 years, the longest stretch for either of us. And while there is a current of excitement about moving to a different house, there are all the emotions that go with leaving the one we are in. It would be even harder were it to be a move that required new doctors, new state licenses and all new friends. We are staying close, it will make for an easier transition for Joe as he will be familiar with the city having worked there for so many years. It will be an adventure of a different sort than maybe we had planned a few years back, but still an adventure. Life is what you make it, with all the twists and turns.

Mary Oliver 1935-2019

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Snow Geese 
by Mary Oliver
Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!
What a task
to ask
of anything, or anyone,
yet it is ours,
and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.
One fall day I heard
above me, and above the sting of the wind, a sound
I did not know, and my look shot upward; it was
a flock of snow geese, winging it
faster than the ones we usually see,
and, being the color of snow, catching the sun
so they were, in part at least, golden. I
held my breath
as we do
sometimes
to stop time
when something wonderful
has touched us
as with a match,
which is lit, and bright,
but does not hurt
in the common way,
but delightfully,
as if delight
were the most serious thing
you ever felt.
The geese
flew on,
I have never seen them again.
Maybe I will, someday, somewhere.
Maybe I won’t.
It doesn’t matter.
What matters
is that, when I saw them,
I saw them
as through the veil, secretly, joyfully, clearly.

What to do

I have my list of tasks at hand-

Paint touch ups

Sort, pack, toss

Put in new sink

Wash this, fix that

The list goes on, and all those who have moved know the burnout that a moving prep list can bring. The ennui that tackling another task brings on. The energy spikes that can occur unexpectedly to help power you through. And all this before the house is listed or the new place found! No wonder my mom hasn’t moved in over 60 years.

The quiet time

1-12-2013_037I have been unable to get back to this bog recently. Given the amount of rain we have had the past few months hiking along boardwalks laid on the bog seems fraught with too much risk for me. But I have been there many other seasons to enjoy the varied views and marvel over the uniqueness of the spot. There are wide views and intimate ones that greet the hiker at each turn. Hopefully, once the ground really freezes I can get there over the winter after a snow to take in the quiet and timelessness.

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