You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
~ James M. Barrie
I spent some time on the dock yesterday, face up to the sun to soak in the warmth and light and hopefully manufacture a little Vitamin D. A Bald Eagle flew overhead, whistling occasionally. He was probably looking for a break in the ice and a meal, but I imagine he was happy in the sunlight, too. I have no photos of him to show you. I was joyfully being in the moment rather than trying to capture and save it.
Later, when I had communed enough with the sun, I took the time to look down at the layer of ice covering the creek. The ice patterns are new to me. I don’t know if it’s the salt or something else in the water that causes the large crystals. Whatever it is, it’s different from what I grew to know when I lived in the Bogs of Ohio. It is very beautiful, and mesmerizing when the sun starts bouncing around on the surface.
If you commented on my post about The Beauty Experiment, and if you subscribed to the comments, you already know this next bit so feel free to skip on down to the next part of this mish-mash of a post. Yesterday, someone from Diamond-Cut Life stopped by to let me know that Alison is doing a book giveaway of The Beauty Experiment. Stop by the blog for details if you’re interested in reading the book. The drawing is today so this announcement may already be too late. I’ll go ahead and post early today in hopes those who are interested will have a chance at the giveaway.
M was out on business yesterday evening, and I got to thinking about my mother. In times past, I used to call Mom on the occasional evenings when M was not at home for whatever reason he was not at home. I would gather my cigarettes, lighter and ashtray, and perhaps a beer. Mom would gather her cigarettes, lighter and ashtray, and perhaps a beer. And we’d settle in for a long conversation of this, that, and the other thing. Mom would catch me up on the latest family news and gossip. I would catch Mom up on the doings and beings of me and my family such as how the kids were doing, what was going on at work or play or life in general. Sometimes we’d chat about religion or politics or nothing in particular.
The cigarettes, of course, were not a good idea. If you’ve been following me for a while, you know that my mother died of small-cell lung cancer in September of 2009. I still miss her very much, but I also still talk to her. I chatted with her last night, in my heart rather than on the telephone, to get her caught up on the doings and beings. I was reminded that I didn’t do my usual yearly celebration of my smoberversary. For those that don’t know (and most don’t), a smoberversary is the anniversary of the day one quits smoking. I quit on January 19, 2001.
My yearly celebration usually includes a blog post with my current stats and a long list of the Joys of Quitting. If you’d like to read about my Joys of Quitting, you can find the last list I posted here (that link will take you to my old blog, Life in the Bogs). My current stats are somewhat impressive:
Time smoke-free: 4,760 days
Cigarettes NOT smoked: (This is gross) 285,588
Life saved: 72 months, 21 days, 13 hours
Money not spent on cigarettes: $71,385.00
Sunrise this morning was lovely. It was frosty and cold, but warm at the same time.
The shape of the frost has changed. Instead of resembling small trees, it now has a curly, feathery appearance.
I guess that’s it from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch on this beautiful Friday. The temperature is climbing, and we’ll be in the 50’s over the weekend. The ten-day forecast is a series of ups and downs, warming and cooling, sun, snow, and rain.
Thank you for stopping by. I hope your Friday has been filled with warmth and sweetness.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂