A shot of my morning.
a hot torch.
a pickle pot bubbling away.
a cool breeze builds my spirits this morning,
and swirls the coffee steam in hand.
This music plays:
I've time to reflect this morning,
on friendships and words exchanged.
I have wonderful people in my life.
In a time of life where I can't help but grow up,
these people save me from the dark parts of myself.
These people are my lightness.
The laughter and kindness,
the words of support and wisdom,
I am so lucky.
One comment sticks to me like glue this morning:
"your shoulder season work is so much more....well....marinated"
What I think he meant:
You, in the summertime, are a blur of a creative person.
frantic. busy. traveling.
There is no time for reflection in that bit of blur.
and how true that is.
Summer is a blur.
and it goes by so quickly in the northwest.
But this morning,
this morning I am slowing down.
Take a good look around you, Erin.
I am thankful.
Thankful for the blur, the buzz of summer in the mountains,
the good work and help of others,
in the rag and stone world and otherwise.
Happy summer, ya'll.
Hope yours is buzzing too.