It hasn’t been perfect, true.
Whatever perfect is.
But there have been friends, and there have been children… there have been cats and dogs and horses. There have been visits and visitors and mist seen from a porch.
There have been sunsets.
And the sun has come up each day and there have been meals and laughter and silliness shared. (Why does the lion always lose at poker? He plays with a cheetah.)
There have been creampuffs (and the cages are rattling for more). There has been candlelight and firelight and tea on the patio and music and words spoken and read and thought. There have been ideas realized and hands held, rides on strong broad shoulders, and monkeys. Yes, there have been monkeys!
There was the ocean and the star that night and there have been birds and a fox, several rabbits, deer leaping over a fence, too many squirrels to count and their nests impossibly high and visible only when the leaves fall. There was a crop of garlic and green bean salad and all those fat, happy worms.
There was a campfire and sagebrush and the rumour of bears. There was pizza and good cheese and bread and long walks and friends met for the first time In Real Life.
There was snow and there were snow angels and invitations and real mail in real mailboxes.
There was rain and the lake with its waves and tides and beach glass. There were stones.
*And now there are pomegranates to remind me of what is not nothing.
With thanks to everyone who was part of the everything this year.
Everything that was. And is.
The light and love of the season to you all (laughter and pizza implied).
See you in the new year.
*(Please read this beautiful piece by Leslie Prpich… and gather your pomegranates.)
6 thoughts on “but this… and this is not nothing”
Thank you, Carin, for sharing your talents and journeys through your blog. Always so beautiful and inspiring.
Thank you, Diana, for coming along… all the best for 2017.
You are amazing, my friend! Love this tribute to the imperfect 2016 … and you know, of course, that perfection would be absolutely boring! Perhaps I will see you (In Real Life, again) in the New Year.
A happy new year to you, Cheryl. Real Life would be grand. Let’s figure something out.
South or North?
Sort of in the middle. North of here, south of you. (: