Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Except we are bringing along a new adventurer. A little wanderer. And we are going to keep track of it all on this blog, http://www.littlewanderers.blogspot.com/. There is a link at the side of the page, as well.
For those who don't know, geocaching is like a treasure hunt, except the prizes aren't coin but sweeping views, or hidden away groves, or swathes of land one might never see without the search for a cache. Basically, people hide little containers full of odds and ends. They record the coordinates of this treasure and post them here, http://www.geocache.com/, for people to enter into their own GPS. Then the hunt begins. It is always surprising and exciting to see where a cache brings you. It is the embodiment of immersing oneself in the journey, rather than the goal. And it is just darn fun.
Our first cache is part of a series bringing us to small, sometimes abandoned, cemeteries around Parker County. It wound us through the less affluent parts of Weatherford which eventually opened into rolling hills and large barb-wired patches of land.
This cemetery actually had more new graves than old. But it still had that peace that always seems to guard the resting places of those who have passed on.
The cache was hidden in the wooden post.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Kaylee doing what I think everyone thinks of doing when they see a waterfall.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
It made me realize something about cousins and siblings -- they push each other to new heights. My bravest moments often came from dares handed down from another who knew the depths of my courage better than I, knew I had the stuff to do what was challenged. Or from an emboldening glance that said without I doubt "You can do it. I believe in you."
Either way, it seems to carry more weight when it comes from someone who can stand toe to toe, eye to eye with you.
Someone who doesn't have to say those things because it is their job.
Someone who knows what you are made of and is willing to stand up to you and tell you when you don't.
And somehow all that makes you stand up and walk tall.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
And the first breaths of Earth, soft and rich and moist, settle over thirsty skin. I feel it so keenly I could almost drink the air. My face is already softer, the skin plumper and beginning to show its own signs of new color.
And there is an aliveness that comes with the changing of winter to spring, or summer to fall. The world seems to pulse with life, resonating with the life I am suddenly aware of pulsing through me.
And there is a sort of intoxication of the senses, a giddiness that leaves adults skipping and bright eyed. And you find yourself walking along, warmth swelling from your belly to your throat, fountaining into a smile that never quite leaves until Spring has gone its way.
Last year, Noelle saw all this from the warm confines of her Daddy's sling. It is quite another experience with movin'- and- a- shakin' Noelle. I think she is just as enchanted as her mama.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
They are winter's blossoms
Monday, February 9, 2009
Noelle has recently discovered one of the great treasures of being a child -- being undercover.
I remember making so many blanket forts with my sister. We used chairs to stretch the blankets, we used large fans to blow them out over us, we used beds to drape them off of. But no matter the method we used, the same thing happened once you went underneath. That place became a sort of sacred ground where the rest of the world ceased to exist. For a child, it is a space of their own, where only their magical laws apply.
And so when Noelle smiles at me to come join her in her sacred place, I am honored. And because I know I am entering her space, the time we share there is so intimate, smiling and laughing under billows of cloth, the soft light filtered through a yellow sky of pink flower stars above us, our eyes twinkling with the magic and mystery of this little gap in time and space.
Oh yes, a very special invitation indeed.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I see you, O Wise Guardian of the Trees
Skittering from branch to branch.
Why do you call me wise?
He asks me.
Collecting nuts for my winter burrow.
I bow before you, clever human,
For I am neither wise nor guardian
And think I cannot see the forest for the trees
For if I have learned one thing in this life
It is that God is never where you expect.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
And we took it easy.