My beloved mother died last month. I have so many feelings I seem unable to express right now. Perhaps with time I will, but for now I will keep them, and her, close to my (broken) heart.
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Early last year I committed to getting outside to walk first thing in the morning. There were a few days last summer I didn’t make it due to unforeseen health issues, but I did more often than not until it became a sacred practice, even through winter (which I find more enjoyable than summer). Mom wasn’t really able to walk the last few years of her life, and she often said how she wished she could get out and go on long walks like she used to. I’ve been feeling her with me in the mornings these last few weeks, and I know now that when I need to feel close to her all I have to do is get out and walk. Every walk I take now is with her.
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slow notes:
A few books, recently:
A Wild Love for the World: Joanna Macy and the Work of Our Time, by Stephanie Kaza and Joanna Macy.
Embrace Fearlessly the Burning World: Essays, by Barry Lopez.
Windswept: Walking the Paths of Trailblazing Women, by Annabel Abbs.
The beastly temperatures of last week have given way to much more tolerable ones this week, albeit still quite warm. My little garden loved the heat while it lasted; there are a couple of ripe sungold tomatoes to pick, the mystery squash plant is positively majestic in size, and the lettuce is bolting before we can eat it all. My flower pots and baskets that thrived and cascaded last year have not done well this year, but that’s okay. It’s been a very strange spring and summer so far and I think we have all done well with what we’ve been given, yes? Onward.
Sending out much love. Until next time ~