I like to think I could be a ballerina. I point my toes and prance around daintily. Bow my head, extend my arms, let my wrists click in and out with each movement. I am by no means as graceful as a true Swan Princess. I have awkward footing and trips. But I do enjoy jumping into the air and landing as softly as I can. Feeling things slowly let beautifully. Letting my body move, extend, and twist. It's a beautiful art really. Like the yoga of the free-spirit's world.
Sledding Too Fast
The hill beside my house is filled with sledders. Adorable miniature ones. They all wear fur ruffs, puffy mittens, and boots with seal skin soles. Every time I peer beyond my window they wave frantically and race to the top of the hill to show me how fast they can slide down. And they can slide quickly... ohhh so quickly. The mother in me screams for them to stop. But the mother in me is silenced by the child in me that remembers such fond memories that they are making that very instant.
Silent Sun, Vocal Moon
The sun is fading now. I live on the side of a hill on the north side of my village. To the south, west, and east of my house lie homes. And those homes are now creating shadows- shadows from the sun. The sun is a man who I haven't seen in a while. He likes to hide low on the horizon and escape beyond the hill in the afternoon. I see him late in the morning as he peers through my lace curtains. But shortly after he will be off, and not visit again for the remainer of the day. The moon is more vocal now. She's happy, bright, cheery, and oh so confident. She's a big part of my life. And I can't deny the fact that I'm fascinated with her conversation.
Touching Flying Planes
I love when something happens that forces me to stop and realize I am living in a place so far from stereotypical America. My darling and I traveled up river yesterday to bring home a new (used) snow machine we had flown into the airport at a nearby village. As we neared the runway- which is merely a dirt road that is now a snow-covered dirt road, a tiny plane flew not five feet above us. I could have stood up and touched it. Of course, I did not do that. And I realize that the safety of such a thing is probably not a story to be proud of. But to me, the fact I live in a place where rules barely exist and a freedom still lives on, is really a magnificant thing. A truly magnificant thing.
Sad in the Air
My heart has been a tender subject. I have not scribbled a word for two weeks. Not sure why. We finally had our lovely dusting of thick fluffy snow (the kind in which I adore so much that I instantly play out in it). Coho and Rascal are as playful and loving as ever. My darling and I have finally found this sort of contentment that was missing through the summer. I've settled in for the winter- and yet, there's this uneasy sort of emotion running in my viens. I'm saddened. The village has been stricken with three deaths in two weeks. An unfortunate energy has overtaken us all. Fall is still clinging to much of the landscape- as the thick snow is running late this year. There's just something sad in the air. I can't explain it. But my facial expression and lack of written creativity shows it all.
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