I added a line from a Mary Oliver poem to the description of this blog. It is words from her canine companion, Percy. They resonate with me, especially as I get older and increasingly embrace "real" and try to be less caught up in the warren of sorting out truth and falseness, right and wrong, good and bad. I am quick to judge and label experiences, people, objects. I desire to do this less in my life. There is LOTS of opportunity to practice. Having a sensitive and compassionate six year old in the home certainly whets the stone. Middle age sharpens the blade as well. Do I want to be real or right? Sometimes they are the same, but often, not so much. Am I courageous enough? Either way, fear or courage, will be real in the stories I collect.
We've been busy around these parts, which is one reason why this blog has been neglected. There has been football, basketball, holidays, birthdays, skiing, snowboarding, sledding, skating, Teen Wolf, Olympics,weight loss, Crossfit, painting, reading, school, work, family, floor hockey...and gearing up for travel, mud challenges, summer camp, bike riding, scootering, skateboarding, home repairs, outside basketball, more birthdays...
Here is an in no way comprehensive visual report of what we've been up to:
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| rosy cheeks |
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| x-country skiing |
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| hockey/skating |
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| not nearly enough apres ski |
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| working out |
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| winter |
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| new snowboard |
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| new haircut |
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| old friends |
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| snow tube park |
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| big dog |
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| winter sunset |
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| older friends |
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| just old |
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snow shoeing
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