Wide Open
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Today felt like this, broken wide open. The peacefulness of a day when no one expects a thing from another. It is quiet, and even if your bones ache and your mind is moving slowly, you think—or I thought—of blessings. Good friends. Rare opportunities. A book that is alive again, waiting.
I looked at old photographs. I took new ones, like this. A buck stood on my side of a forest and let me walk close entough to snap a portrait of his magnificent, racked head. I made a simple dinner, drizzling the honey over the hens. I finished one book and started another.
It's nearly 8, and tomorrow all the work begins again.
But right now there's still time for what takes time.
3 comments:
Beautiful picture, beautiful post.
Hi Beth -
Back from a mountain cabin where water is pumped from an out door well, old fallen-down fir trees are burned to keep temperature pleasant, and where skis, snow and open landscapes are whispering my name from just outside the front door - I re-emerge to my computer, race through urgent incoming mails, make myself a cup of Red Bush tea - and - open your blog..... What is it with your entries that make me reconnect with myself as much as with your life on the other side of the globe? And - is this the secret of reading/writing? Connection - Reconnection... ‘You read to know you’re not alone’.....words from a film... (’Shadowlands’, about C.S. Lewis and the love of his life, Joy Gresham)....so true, so true. Thank you Beth, for daily glimpses into your special life, and for always reminding me of various aspects of my own special life. Thank you for open landscapes.....
May this New Year be rich in peace, play and productivity - in being, having and doing.
With Gratitude and Love - Grete
I have been visiting Little Willow's site, and if any of you are reading this and wondering what should be read next, or what authors say about their work, please go visit her. She's doing a great service to books out there.
And Grete, oh, Grete. The funniest thing. Moments before this note floated in from you, I thought: I wonder how Grete is doing. And now I know.
A wonderful way to begin the new year.
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