good morning my sweet blog friends.
thanks for popping by today.
you are in for a lovely surprise..
i mentioned yesterday i was going to have a special guest over for a 'visit'.
but i didn't tell you who it would be.....
well let me tell you now...
sweet Gigi from the magpie's fancy is here.
i'm sure lots of you know and love her already.....
but if not, you are in for a fabulous surprise.
Gigi's blog is so inspiring and thoughtful.
she's super encouraging.. i mean truly such a kind soul.
every visit to her blog is like a little piece of pick me up.....
i love this post she wrote a few weeks ago.
'what my heart knew'
it's completely inspired....really good stuff!
but enough of my rambling...
let's get on with the 'show'...
I have been greedy. For the past couple of weeks since my friend Kim invited me to share my idea of the perfect day here on her beautiful blog, I’ve dreamed up many, many perfect days, each more delicious than the next. I couldn’t stop myself. As soon as one magical day took shape, another equally lovely confection of a day popped up and demanded my attention. The result: at least a couple of weeks’ worth of perfect days--maybe a whole month--clamoring for the number one spot. Most of them involved travel, meeting people, trying new foods, exploring new places, learning (or teaching) new ideas. Venice appeared in more than a few; writing showed up in several; and food was a main feature of each and every one.
But the more I thought and doodled and daydreamed, the more I realized that I am, at heart, a simple girl. My idea of a perfect day boils down to a few key things:
• time spent by myself thinking, reading, writing, and tinkering;
• time spent outside, preferably with my hands in the dirt/sand/water/grass and my knees wet from photographing tree roots and wild flowers;
• time spent cooking with whatever ingredients are local, fresh, and organic;
• time spent with my husband and other folks I love.
I think in truth I have already lived a pocketful of perfect days, against which all future perfect-day candidates will be measured. A couple of those days occurred just last fall when I had the great joy of living for four months in a tiny cottage on an island off the coast of my home state of Maine. I watched the sun rise there nearly every morning and then watched it set again in the evening, listening to the sound of the ocean waves that crashed just a few yards from my front stoop. I made rose-hip syrup from the hips of the wild rugosas in my yard, and I pedaled my bike down an ocean road each day, waving to neighbors and stopping to visit with island cats and dogs along the way. I took rides on the island ferry even when I didn’t need to go to the mainland, just for the fun of it. I collected enough sea glass to fill several mason jars.
And I wrote. I wrote every day, and often long into the night, sometimes with the sound of a storm hammering at our window frames, other times with a calm sea and the moon’s reflection to keep me company.
One late-autumn night I brewed a strong pot of Earl Grey, then my husband and I wrapped ourselves in quilts and headed outside to watch the Leonids meteor shower. We stood on our deck in the dark and cold, warming our hands with the mugs of tea, and watched the sky streaming stars all around us. How small we felt, and yet how much a part of it all. I’d catch a golden streak shooting past the corner of my eye, and I’d point and call out. Then he’d spot one and do the same. The whole night filled to brimming with wonder and possibility. It opened up, the sky did, like a question I couldn’t answer, but one that I knew I would never stop asking.
Albert Einstein once said, “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when one contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.” And that is my perfect day exactly, it’s one spent asking questions, one that’s laced with small joys; it’s a day that smells like salt and tastes like wild roses, a day when hours pass without my knowing as I photograph chickadees and catbirds in the crabapple tree; it’s a day when I write a good sentence, and when my love and best friend is just a room or a sandy stretch of beach away, ready and willing to hear each word.
Oh, and a nap. My perfect day would definitely include an afternoon nap with my cats.
Thank you, beautiful Kim, for your talent, inspiration, and generous spirit. It is a pure joy to visit here with you.
Gigi, i can't thank you enough for sharing this.
gosh i would love to slip away to that beautiful cottage 'sigh'....
what a 'dreamy' opportunity.
what a 'dreamy' opportunity.
i truly enjoyed...every morsel.