And so begins a new adventure…with games of Scrabble and laughter and cooking in a new kitchen with someone else who also was unfamiliar with the treasures hidden within drawers and behind cupboards…Have you seen a wooden spoon? Ah…and oil…where do you suppose…?
And it begins with a library card and long wanders and small discoveries that delight–the rose entwined lamp post, the morning sun that streams in my bedroom window, the big purple sign that might actually spell out the name of a store but for me says “If you can see me, you are turned in the right direction to walk to the majority of the places you might want to go.”
And it begins with writing…(this from the other day)
2 August, 2014
3:15 pm On a bench in the public garden, having had a day of walking and good adventure. Went with A and M down the the farmer’s market–such a delight. M and I sampled our way through on the most delicious bites of things–little tastes, no more, but they were just the thing…they were beautifully enough to be bright gifts for the senses. A bit of cracker with gingered pear jam and a lovely peppered strawberry preserve that begged to be enjoyed with well paced hope and concentration. It is good to be back in a nook and cranny city where you can walk with a purpose and also step aside into a thought, into a twisting bit of greenery, a welcome bench, an interesting statue or bit of architecture, or step back to lean a while against a wall or post and watch what passes while letting the mind and heart ‘see into the life of things’ …things that are immediate and things that are further afield.
Too, it begins with gratitude…when I was leaving Saint Charles, I made a point of standing in the classroom where I taught last year and giving thanks for the life that filled that space…the life of the mind, the life of the heart and spirit, the lives of each of my beloved students…and I stopped in the library…and gave thanks for the light that fills that space…for the learning and the growing–both for the students and for myself…for the joy and yes, for the magic…because extraordinary things happened there… A boy understood how an author made people fly, a tiny woman engaged the imaginations of class-fulls of students, and countless students found a book to enter and explore…there are so many stories… Stories with pages, stories of friends who love me, stories of students being who God is calling them to be…and they are all worth reading and re-reading…
And it begins with gratitude for the present moment and what is to come…the ‘unknown what lies ahead’ and the ‘lo más allá.’
Yes, thanks for it all…for this life I have been given to live with my being and shape with love given and received…as grace and growth and joy and challenge…thank you.
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Love this piece Kim and happy you are finding such marvels way up north! Keep writing and add pics so I can see your digs and surroundings. Love ya my sister.Peace, Irma