A Summer Well Lived

A Summer Well Lived

It’s been awhile since I have hiked up any sort of mountain, but if I remember correctly just before any major hike starts there’s a pause — to mentally prepare, to be sure everything needed is on hand, to make sure nothing unnecessary is in tow.

Earlier this year I could feel it – the ground started to steepen, so to speak. There were life changes that were coming (a new baby, a new business, just to name a few…). Noticing it was harder to keep a regular pace in all areas of life, I knew I had to make some decisions – keep what was going to help with this challenging time, let go of whatever I could that wasn’t serving me well  – and so sharing my writing, along with some other things, was put on hold.

Similar to hiking a mountain, this summer has been both exhilarating and exhausting. We worked hard and thankfully we took a few breaks to  catch our breath as well.

We savored time with loved ones and swam in gorgeous lakes, picked fresh berries,  feasted on seafood and watched the sun set on the harbor.

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We also had late nights and early mornings and days that went on forever just to get things done, to launch a catering business, to soothe a baby, to be parents… it all demanded a lot.

Looking back on this summer I would say it was hard but it was well lived. We’re in a better place for all the effort put forth and we have a mound of gratitude for all the people who have supported and loved us along the way.

This week I was reminded that writing and typing are not the same thing (read more about that here) and today as I started thinking about what to share in this space I can see that while I put most typing on hold this year, writing has been taking place all along because a large part of my writing is in living out the stories in the first place.

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“Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.”

-Robert Brault

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Heal (Five Minute Friday)

Today I am joining the Five Minute Friday community where we write for five minutes flat on a one-word prompt. No editing, no holding back. Today’s word: Heal. Nothing fancy over here this week (not even a picture!), I am just trying to get back in the rhythm of writing and hitting the “Publish” button again! Thanks for stopping by.

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I have this tiny cut on my hand. It’s no big deal, and there are no gory details to share. It’s just there. The thing is, it’s been there for a while now and I’ve only just recently noticed how it seems like it’s been here for a disproportionate amount of time for the size of the wound. It hasn’t healed.  Because I either ignore it all together, or it irritates me so I pick, pick, pick at it. Only today did it occur to me that maybe I should pause and pay it a little mind, give it what it needs to heal (we’re talking 30 seconds of first aid care), instead of just picking or ignoring it.

I realize this isn’t unlike some relationships I have. There’s hurt, maybe just small, but it’s there. Instead of paying it a little mind and figuring out what kind of tender care it needs to heal, I just pick, pick, pick…or ignore. See, it’s taken me less than 5 minutes to jot this down, but sometimes it’s the simple things that escape us, right? Sometimes if we just take a moment to pause we can figure out that the solution may not be big or complicated and that healing is possible. Sometimes our busyness alone is the obstacle that we have to overcome to begin healing. Sometimes.

Rest (Five Minute Friday)

This week I’m joining the Five Minute Friday community, writing five minutes flat on the word rest.

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Often times “rest” means staying in. But tonight? Tonight taking a rest meant going to our favorite spot on the coast, where the kids can explore and not get sandy and we can just…breathe.

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The evening couldn’t be more beautiful. Everyone “summer time” happy (which is, in fact, a special kind of happy). A stranger let the kids play with her dog and it was the sweetest thing to watch them play. We miss our Bella dog, who passed away in February…

Then she offered to take a family picture for us, which is so rare. I’m so glad she asked.

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Tomorrow we start a busy weekend, followed by a full week. But tonight we just took a moment to breath and be together and rest.

Want (Five Minute Friday)

After quite a long break I am back to writing again in a new space! I decided to start nice and easy with a Five Minute Friday prompt. The Five Minute Friday community writes for five minutes flat on a one word prompt shared by Kate Motaung on her blog. No heavy editing – just letting the words flow for a few minutes!

This weeks word: Want

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It seemed like a good idea at first. Why wait for the first day of summer when there could be ripe juicy strawberries waiting to be picked and eaten now? We could still carry out our summer solstice tradition ! Why limit ourselves? Let’s do it!

It sounded like a good idea.

An hour and a half later we had all the kids (mostly) dressed in the car (this is what spontaneous looks like to a family with four kids under 7 years old).

After a few stops along the way, we finally made it to our favorite berry farm. We usually come here for blueberries, but they were the only place that said they were open for PYO strawberries, so we decided to check it out.

The good news is we had the whole place to ourselves! The bad news was…

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Rain.

Did that stop us? No.

But the hungry crying baby did keep me from leaving the van while I sent The Chef and our two oldest out to gather some berries…because I am nice like that.

They came back soaked and empty handed. The berries were all white. And they were soaked to the bones. Suddenly hot chocolate seemed like a better idea…