Sometime during all the rain last week I noticed that my old rain boots leaked.
So when we had the flooding on Saturday, I wore my big boots - - The tall leather ones with a Vibram sole.1
I was glad to have them. There was a lot of water on our walk.
But what a difference a day makes.
And how cool to pay attention to a single place…
…and to witness the changing colors, textures and tones before, during and after the rains.2
I was grateful the sun came out on Mother’s Day. My mother loved the sun. It’s been almost three years since she died.
The river, and my life, it seems, keep flowing - - one day to the next, sometimes more intensely than others. And here we are, showing up for the all of it, including finding a safe pond where Lilly could swim because the river waters were flowing too fast.
So often, I find that adaptations can also be invitations.
As always, thank you for sharing your time and this space with me.
With gratitude for you being you,
Lyn
This is a pair of boots I purchased a few years ago for my treks to the landfill, where I need complete protection from underground and above ground protrusions of all kinds. It’s been almost a year since I’ve shared a Landfill story, but Walking with Grief offers some views of this sacred place I have documented over the years.
Looking back at all that was happening a year ago, during our preparations for our move, makes me grateful for the present stillness, even though there is flow.
As part of our Kinship theme of the elements for this year, I’ve been thinking a lot about air and how the quality of the air, and therefore my mood, changes so dramatically when the sun shines right after a big storm. It’s such a dramatic shift from the calmer, cozier and foggy rain to the clear blue sky and crisp fall-like air.
I like both your stories and your prose style. Keep on keeping on.