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I liked today.
I knew going into it there would be no school and no work due to the snow.
The snow that I seem to like this year, who knew?
I liked having a lie in.
I liked tromping through it sometimes up to my hips.
I liked the way the cardinal feathers floated freely across the top skimming the crust.
I liked the way my body felt alive shoveling my grandparents sidewalk, warming me up so much that hat and gloves and almost coat came off.
I liked listening to my grandmother in her robe fussing at me to stop.
I liked hot homemade ham and bean soup for lunch.
I liked hours spent at the laptop working on a new idea I’m excited about.
I liked having this laptop. I can work anywhere, my favorite perhaps my bed.
I liked drinking two and a half pots of tea a day.
I liked seeing real shadows falling across unmarked snow.
I liked seeing barn cats tenderly making their way.
I liked befuddled cattle not sure to brave the field, belly-deep in snow and buffalo that tear away and just go.
I liked an old husky dog that turns into a puppy outside.
I liked a boyfriend who called me at lunchtime just to hear my voice.
I liked little girls with pink cheeks and wild snowy hair.
I liked seeing little heads bobbing through the snow towards next door for a visit.
I liked knowing this day wasn’t planned so why not sit down to another cup of tea.
I liked listening to Ed and the girls Skyping on the computer and how he makes them giddy with laughter.
I liked reading the end of The Wizard of Oz with Karelyn.
I liked a hot bath.
I liked clean, warm flannel sheets.
I liked Ed telling me eventually I will have to let him take care of me.
I liked how a good yoga routine and some deep breathing can help ease aches and pains.
I liked the quiet and the darkness.
I like life, on a day like this.
one day, maybe i can write something as beautiful as
Sleeping in the Forest
I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
sometimes the breeze catches me and carries me, pushing and tilting me this way and that, one enticing direction folds into another, so that soon you feel enfolded into yourself, glancing back into where you just left, coaxed by the breeze, floating on the wind with no control over where you may land, just hoping that the journey will be satisfying and the landing will be a soft place to feel rooted in yourself.