Easter Morning Walk

This morning the Easter Bunny came. She was tired eyed and still in her pajamas. First thing in the morning, she latched on her basket and ran around the village- throwing out eggs for the children to find. Many kids out here get boiled eggs- not plastic toy-filled ones. The families cannot afford to give their kids the 'luxuries' of 'richer societies'. Knowing this, I couldn't help myself and secretly snuck out to throw lots of plastic filled eggs around my small town. There were ones filled with toy soldiers, others with bracelets, some with coins, and all with candy. It was the perfect way to spend an Easter dawn. And the silent giggles of small children running outside with their baskets soon after was well-worth the early morning stroll.

Stars Of Tiny Halos

I recently recieved the hardest news I've heard in quite some time. I love the children of this village with a heart deeper than the deapths of the seas. I adore each and every one of them just as much as their aunt would. And recently, a very young child, passed away. It was a sudden and heartbreaking passing. And I am left in shambles. I don't know how to mourn the loss of a child, but I've heard when a tiny angel goes to heaven it wears the brightest halo- so bright that it becomes a star. And all I can think is how beautiful the Alaskan sky is, and how perfect this little boy will fit in it. I cannot say anything to ease the burden that has been placed upon the family that lost this child. There are no words that can cure such a sorrow. But I am overcome with heart ache for them, and am sending the deepest deepest love their way. Rest in peace Francis Aguchak. Rest in peace, little star angel.

Sunshine Company

The sunshine is radiating the white landscape. And I'm caught up in the glow. There's a blanket in my yard where I sit with Coho and merely soak in the bright yellow ball above me. It enlightens me in so many ways. A dark winter causes quite the longing for a summertime hug of the sunshine. And now that my dear bright friend is coming out to play for twelve hours a day- I am more than eager to sit in it's company.

Too Soon For Summertime Skirts

The bright sun easily tricks the mind into thinking the weather beyond the cabin requires no more than an autumn sweater. But we are so mistaken. The bright bright landscape now offers up a beautiful dose of Vitamin D, but if you're not careful it will also bless you with a stinging tinge of frost bite. I, am one of the not-careful ones. And my haphazard thinking has left me with some very red marks on my very white skin. I should know by now to be careful. Spring in the arctic can easily fool a newcomber. And just because the sunshine is whispering an oh-so-welcome "hello" does not mean that my summertime skirts are ready to be pulled from their closet shelves.

Stalking Timidly

And there I sat, twitching my fingertips against the split ends of my tangled blond hair. Make-up on, wearing a dress as clean as a monday morning. I tried so hard to cross his path, but the world was sending me the message merely to look- but don't touch. I can admire, but I can't feel. I pressed my eyes into my window pane last night and let the streetlights be his spotlight as he walked by. But I couldn't leave the front door and walk with him.

I'm a quiet dreamer. I was last evening, I still am this morning. I got myself pretty, timidly walked outside for a moment- hoping by some weird timing of fate he'd walk out too. But he didn't, and I shyed away back inside. And then let my breath fog up the cold glass as I sat waiting for him to drop a cigarette of the edge of his porch. He did, and I watched. It's sounds... sad. And it is. But with each breath I took I hoped that by some source of the wind, he would inhale what I exhaled and maybe hear the secrets I whispered from afar...