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Hi! I’ve been spending so much time in front of a computer at work that I haven’t wanted to spend time in front of a computer at home. (And I’m doing NaNoWriMo, which is coming along fairly well, but not quite well enough.) At any rate, I’m back now, so if you’ve been holding your breath, you can let it go. There. Doesn’t that feel better?
This image is nothing like Colorado today, where it is snowy and icy and dropping into single digits tonight. The good news is that a return to this paradise is in sight on our horizon and that will make the weeks of winter between now and then far more bearable.
This shot was taken on Stocking Island, just a short ferry ride from the Government Dock in George Town. The lovely little island offers hiking, a gorgeous beach complete with hammocks, and the Chat n’ Chill bar.
The welcoming yellow chair provided the unique opportunity to have your toes tickled by a baby stingray that you can see swimming in the blue shallows.
Stocking Island, Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.” — Vincent Van Gogh
That Ali Boo Boo is back in my life – best thing ever!
Feeling like I looked a bit like Grace Kelly today
Having a warm home and cat to come home to
The light in MKL’s eyes
It seems the floodwaters can take a toll on relationships and dreams, not just property. Sad today. I am thankful for my MKL, who holds my heart and loves me.
Anegada, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: ““Difficult times have helped me to understand better than before how infinitely rich and
beautiful life is in every way, and that so many things that one goes worrying about are of no importance whatsoever.” — Karen Blixen
The overly dramatic little boy at the Waffle House
The new additions to the household (photos to follow)
The Emmy Awards red carpet show
I am blessed to work across the street from the marvelous Tattered Cover bookstore in Denver. The Tattered (as we so fondly call it) has tiptoed in and out of my life in Colorado up until now.
Decades ago, ex-Pat took me to Denver early in our dating years. At that time, the hip, trendy place now known as LoDo was still a long stretch of abandoned warehouses that served rail freight companies once upon a time. There were no sidewalks, only weedy and cracked asphalt streets. He boosted me up onto one of the old concrete loading docks because I wanted to see what it felt like up there. Homeless people were sleeping in ragged heaps in the deserted doorways. It was very quiet. There was a dangerous feel to the place. The two holdovers from the area’s glory days were Union Station, Denver’s railroad depot, and the Tattered. Entering that magical bookstore was like being transported into a fantasy come to life. It felt old and full of treasures, with creaky wooden floors and cushy deep chairs. We didn’t stay, as Pat wasn’t a fan of bookstores, and I suspect we were in search of champagne, but our brief visit remained bright in my memory.
Even though Boulder is only 25 miles distant from Denver, it was not a place I went often, until I started working downtown. About six years ago, I tried taking Kelsea to the Tattered, and I couldn’t find it. It was as if it had vanished. I thought I knew where I was going. I even looked it up on Google Maps. But it completely eluded me, and I decided that it must have gone the way of all flesh – or of many independent bookstores – and closed. The updated Tattered Cover, locate on Colfax Avenue in a former record store, was a disappointing shadow of my memory.
In some secret space of my mind, I believe that it had hidden itself from me on that day, using a building-sized invisibility cloak. I didn’t need it then, and so it was not available to me.
A year later, I stumbled upon it one lovely blue Saturday when I was downtown, after I had turned my life upside-down. I wandered around inside, completely bewildered, because I knew that I had been here before, and I knew that, the last time I looked for it, it had been gone. But yet, here it was. And here I was, baffled, but delighted.
After a cruel turn of events, when my life again capsized, the ropes I tossed out pulled me to this job across the street, where most days, I have the pleasure playing with words, and I am privileged to call myself a writer. I still make the distinction between the writing job that pays, and my own writing, which doesn’t, but I am a writer regardless. A dream come true, even if it is not right now exactly how I would have dreamed it.
The Tattered has played a large role in my courtship with MKL, which really started from another of those lifelines I tossed out back when I was drowning two years ago. We work at opposite ends of the 16th Street Mall, and so we have lunch together nearly every day, which has allowed our relationship to bloom in a different way than if we were having only weekend dates full of playing and passion. We have had a chance to talk more than most couples do when they are dating, perhaps more than most couples who have been together for many years. Tattered, where they now serve soups and sandwiches, coffee and tea, has been one of our favorite destinations, and the staff all know us there, and think we’re adorable. When one of us shows up without the other, we usually have to explain.
This morning, I stopped in to see if I could find an impulse card for him. None of the cards felt right today, but I did. I had been feeling anxious, as I have been feeling for some days now, and being in the Tattered soothed me. I found books to add to my “Desiderata” list, along with a sense of peace and quiet delight.
I have gone there to shed tears and to find silence. I have felt heartbreak and joy within its comforting walls. I have listened to favorite authors, found friends, and reveled in the feel and scent of books.
If a place can be an anchor, the Tattered is one for me. Not an anchor in the sense that it keeps me from moving. An anchor in that it provides me with a sense of timeless security, of stability. It reflects my past and my future, breathes whispers of my parents and the places I was raised, and reminds me that there are always new words waiting to be discovered, some of them my own.
On top of my own scare today, my heart is aching for the families of Moore, Oklahoma who lost homes, loved ones, and children. This image of the children’s garde at the lovely Oklahoma City Memorial seemed fitting today. Wishing you all as much peace as you can find tonight.
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.
Quote of the day: “What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.” – Suzanee Collins
People who stand by me
It has been an in-depth day, which I will share later, but visions of water and beauty have played a large part, as they do in all of this lovely world. And so tonight, I share this with you.
Quote of the day: “Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.” – Terence McKenna
Leftover mounds of snow that look like purposeful sculptures
Chickens roaming in yards
KaVita Probiotic Sparkling Coconut Water
It was a gentle weather day, a blessing in January. We are preparing for Stock Show weather, which means C-O-L-D. It will be a high of 20 on Saturday for opening day. I know I’ve been rather boring lately, with little but the weather and an occasional thought. Trust me, I’ve been thinking, but mostly I’ve been workingworkingworkingworkingworkingworking. Another two weeks of constant work and I hope my thoughts and my blog will be more expressive. I miss me.
Somewhere in time, Planet Earth.
Quote of the day: “Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.” – Norman Juster
Geese in flight
Soft pajamas that you can’t wait to get into
Not having to wear a coat on a Colorado January day
My chicken purse
Space cowboy boots
I have been sick for what seems like forever. At first it was a horrible cough, which I worked through until yesterday, when I was so sick I couldn’t work. I was still too sick to work today. My darling MKL came to visit tonight and brought me two perfect early Christmas presents to make me feel better – even though just seeing him was enough. At any rate, this picture, or any picture of Anegada, is a tonic for my sick and tired spirit. Sorry for the slightly crooked horizon, and I promise I’ll be back to my merry Santa-hat-wearing, holiday-loving self before Christmas.
Pomato Point, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: “Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.” – Groucho Marx
My chicken purse
Naps when you’re sick
26 acts of kindness
Moments of silence
This was a week of nightmares, destroyed dreams, and lives forever changed. The damage done this week to children, parents, families, and communities is irreparable.
Many of us who are not intimate with this tragedy will go on with our lives, the holidays, and return to joy. A small piece of my heart has left me now, and is with those parents who are going through unthinkable. Yes, their little sons and daughters experienced unimaginable fear in their last moments, and the thought of that is impossible, especially for those parents.
Those little people are little souls looking out for their parents now. But those parents, agonizing over what their child must have been feeling, and devastated by all the reminders of future and promise, now nothing but dust – for them, there is no peace. Christmas presents never to be opened. No more bedtime hugs from a small warm body made from the love of two people. No more laughter. No more hope. No more….anything. Just pain and tears and loss.
I am grateful every day that my daughter is still here, and that I have the privilege of having her in my life and in this world. Not every parent is as fortunate, and for them, my heart bleeds. I wish I could make it better, but I can’t.
For those of you still under the bad influence of Sandy, this is just a reminder of better days to come.
Cow Wreck Beach, Anegada, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: “There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.” – Willa Cather
The dance of dewdrops in the back of my truck this morning
A lovely day
The man downtown with the silver cowboy hat and the snake around his neck
I will soon be accompanying the raindrops in a very similar hammock.
Jost van Dyke, British Virgin Islands.
Quote of the day: “Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
The hot air balloons that were so close this morning
Lunch with MKL
My new giraffe scarf from Nepal – tres chic!
The warmth of the sun this morning