Once again, I spent New Year's Eve on a mountain, watching the snow fall quietly down, landing in whispers and hush. It was a long trek in, made longer by my heavy pack of warm clothing and 0 degree bag, but as I climbed the steep slope of the last quarter mile of trail, I was rewarded with a temporary break in the snow, and a view of the mountain valley that stretches beyond the hut.
The sun began to set just after I arrived, and I settled myself down to while away the old year with a great group of friends. Laughter was more frequent than words, and I was often content to just sit back and listen to the happy chatter around me. After a long while, the clouds parted again, and we had a single glimpse of the full moon, the second of the month, and I had many reasons to be thankful that I have the warm gift of friendship from such wonderful, creative, adventurous people-not just on the blue moon, but all the days of the year.
I am a teacher and graduate student in Literacy Studies. I live in a small New England coastal town with a dog, a cat, my husband, the Pirate King(PK for short)and our baby boy. We grow gardens, paint, play crazy violin music and kayak as often as possible.
n. a merging of action and experience in which time seems to stand still and experience takes on a rich texture; utter absorption and energized focus on the creative process
About This Blog
This online exploration is a record of my quest to approach life more mindfully, and to pay close attention to my own artistic impulses-as well as the creative energies of those around me. PK and I are driven by a desire to build the world around us into something full of lightness and beauty, and to learn to exist more in the now than in the might-have-been. This blog charts our navigation of those sometimes murky waters.