01 June 2010

being a kid in the summer

Do you remember the feeling on a warm summer morning when, as you woke up, you realized there was no school and you could fill the day with whatever you wanted to do.
You could ride your bike in that warm sweet smelling breeze or crayon, especially on a rainy day, or go over a friends house or read a book.
I had forgotten that feeling until I retired from my 37 year career in Dental Hygiene. I now have my days free to do ANYTHING I want to. Today as I woke up I knew I didn't have to leave Searsport for a meeting and had no plans at all. I laid in bed and scissored my legs under the comforter feeling to cool cotton sheets. I went home and got Gabby and took her for a walk to and through the park then returned home for Niamh. At the park Niamh ran around with such joy. It was warm and overcast and I sat on a bench overlooking the ocean. I could hear the waves lapping the rocky shore and smell the intoxicating sweetness of the spring blooming trees and plants.
After returning home, I watched four shows on "Design Matter TV" from the UK. I get this feed through my computer and these segments are between 6 and 30 minutes. This morning's shows were about  using oil paint sticks to create a resist, how one gets inspiration, dyeing your own embroidery threads and making an altered book. Hers was all filled with images of crows and ravens. I sipped coffee and took a photo of my lovely front garden which to my surprise was filled with all purple perennials. Am I that in love with purple and green? Guess so.
Every morning I thank the powers that be for my incredible life. I never even thought a life this good was possible. I love my life and I live in complete gratitude.

1 comment:

  1. Hello,
    Couldn't figure out how else to contact you....thank you for your post on my blog about my 'border' issues. And I really appreciate you passing the information on to your brother.

    PS - you have an inspiring website and blog!!

    Daphne Greig


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