Sunday, October 28, 2012
how I love living by the sea.
Seasonal depression no more! It is 80 degrees here today and though there is a tiny fragment in my soul that rues the autumn chill that Bend was so rich with, I am thankful that no part of me is struggling with depression now that I am back in California. So far, so good. When I get a little blue, I just waltz out my front door, and gaze at the glorious draping oaks that stand feet from the house we moved into, or I take a stroll up the country hill to the top where on a clear day, you can see all the way to the ocean below, and let the Santa Ana wind caress my hair, and I can tell myself, it is all okay.
Bread is scarce presently, so that is an issue. But Chris is beginning to get doors opening left and right for prospects on the music scene, and right away he scored a job as a barista at this cool little cafe called Sally Loo's!
The children are happy and run free most of the day, every day, outside on the stretch of property we live on. They are filthy little muskrats but they are super giddy with the taste of freedom that not being locked inside for long hours at a time give them.
They love the beach! We try to go once every couple weeks to let them play and splash and build sandcastles and enjoy the sunshine, and it is always sad when it is time to leave.
We are homeschooling the children this year, and it's been going smoothly so far, since Latisha( the woman we live beneath, in our apartment house) is an amazing rockstar in this area and many other areas, and she does the lesson planning, which I am terribly inept in.
I have just been thinking about life lately, what with the deaths of a few people in my life, even though I wasn't really close to two of them. Life is so short! It really is. I am so guilty of taking for granted the fact that it could be over tomorrow, and putting things off that I could do today. Even simple things, if not the larger more seemingly out of reach passions and desires (like traveling and doing big amazing things). Simple things like being the best mother I can be every day within reason, and wife. Reading the children a book at night rather than saying I am too tired and rushing back to my room to be by myself. Running with them and playing when they ask. Riding a bicycle and feeling the breeze rush through my hair. Embracing my spouse rather than nagging him for something he may have done that annoyed me. And things like these. Just watching a sunset or sunrise, or standing in the rain. Enjoying life. I am curious why, as we grow older, it seems to be a thing that eludes so many of us to simply embrace the day and smile, laugh, be easy-going like a child would do naturally. It is peculiar. So this is my plan this year. To get joy from each day. To not take things so damn seriously. To take my husband as he comes, with much grace and a lot of sincere and heartfelt conversation. To love my kids enormously and actively. Going for a walk and earnestly smelling the flowers, gaze at the sky, ask questions like a child would. It makes me so sad to mourn the losses of these women who have gone on to the next threshold mainly because they were so young and full of life. There is so much beauty in this world mingled with the pain, and I intend to see it.
Bread is scarce presently, so that is an issue. But Chris is beginning to get doors opening left and right for prospects on the music scene, and right away he scored a job as a barista at this cool little cafe called Sally Loo's!
The children are happy and run free most of the day, every day, outside on the stretch of property we live on. They are filthy little muskrats but they are super giddy with the taste of freedom that not being locked inside for long hours at a time give them.
They love the beach! We try to go once every couple weeks to let them play and splash and build sandcastles and enjoy the sunshine, and it is always sad when it is time to leave.
We are homeschooling the children this year, and it's been going smoothly so far, since Latisha( the woman we live beneath, in our apartment house) is an amazing rockstar in this area and many other areas, and she does the lesson planning, which I am terribly inept in.
I have just been thinking about life lately, what with the deaths of a few people in my life, even though I wasn't really close to two of them. Life is so short! It really is. I am so guilty of taking for granted the fact that it could be over tomorrow, and putting things off that I could do today. Even simple things, if not the larger more seemingly out of reach passions and desires (like traveling and doing big amazing things). Simple things like being the best mother I can be every day within reason, and wife. Reading the children a book at night rather than saying I am too tired and rushing back to my room to be by myself. Running with them and playing when they ask. Riding a bicycle and feeling the breeze rush through my hair. Embracing my spouse rather than nagging him for something he may have done that annoyed me. And things like these. Just watching a sunset or sunrise, or standing in the rain. Enjoying life. I am curious why, as we grow older, it seems to be a thing that eludes so many of us to simply embrace the day and smile, laugh, be easy-going like a child would do naturally. It is peculiar. So this is my plan this year. To get joy from each day. To not take things so damn seriously. To take my husband as he comes, with much grace and a lot of sincere and heartfelt conversation. To love my kids enormously and actively. Going for a walk and earnestly smelling the flowers, gaze at the sky, ask questions like a child would. It makes me so sad to mourn the losses of these women who have gone on to the next threshold mainly because they were so young and full of life. There is so much beauty in this world mingled with the pain, and I intend to see it.
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