Magic Moments

This is the next installment of playing catch-up to today’s date. Magic Moments:

1-8-2017

Early morning overcast gloom, light snow in the air, a thin layer of fresh fluffy flakes covering the ground, eyes watering from the cold, tears freezing an icy glaze on my eyelashes, absolute silence surrounds everything like a heavy blanket. Get in the car and drive to work leaving the first tire tracks on the road!

1-9-2017

Sitting on the sofa in front of the fire, legs curled under, socked feet under a fleece throw, pile of knitting in my lap, needles working off a colorful bright ball of yarn. Enter one large grey tabby cat… Little white furry feet attack the ends of the needles, trying to pull them out of my hands. I respond and get him chasing one around the sofa with quick frantic bouncy paws and claws. Soon he tires of the game, his movement almost lazy, halfhearted and climbs into my lap, pinning the scarf down, head butting my chin. I lean down so he can nuzzle my face and kiss the top of his fuzzy head, however, I am unable to maneuver the yarn and needles so unceremoniously dump him off the bundle. Not to be deterred, he climbs back into my lap. Next tactic, pull scarf from under him and gently cover the cat with it. He settles, purring loudly, chest vibrating, gently kneading my leg. I start knitting once again and little white furry feet reach out from under the pile and attack the yarn feeding onto the needles. I laugh as yarn slips between his claws and keep going as 16 pounds of happy purring love bug helps me knit.

1-10-2017

Slowly, reluctantly, I open my eyes and find myself immersed in shy early morning light hesitantly seeping through the window. It’s a kind of light that can be felt, cool and velvety. It’s translucent and hazy, fading to opaque in the shadowy corners. If I were to wave my hand through the air, I might see the currents swirl around the movement, like walking through mist. I am surrounded by 3 sleeping curled bundles furry a d warm pinning me under the blankets. The earthy feline presence gives me peaceful tranquillity. At this moment I want nothing more than to close my eyes and slide gently back into sleep.

1-11-2017

Standing in the front yard in the snow, slowly pouring black oil sunflower seed into a bird feeder, watching as the seeds slide and skitter, clattering against each other as they fill the metal mesh tube. My eyes following the trajectories of many falling seeds, they bounce and scatter as the hit the surface of the frozen snow. When the feeder is full the rest of the seed is tossed out in an arc for the ground feeding birds. While I am hanging the feeder on the shepherd’s hook, several chickadees swoop down and quickly peck seeds from the snow at my feet. I stand completely still, my eyes only inches from the feeders. Several minutes pass, but then the chickadees loose their trepidation and start flitting to the feeder, snatching seeds, and hopping away. They are so close, I can see individual fronds on their feathers, minuscule scales on their tiny feet as they grip the perch, and the spark of sunlight reflected in their gleaming black eyes. I stood there surrounded by fluttering chirping chickadees until I was cold enough to break the spell and move myself back into the house.

1-12-2017

After a blissful yoga session, shavasana with singing bowls. The sound laps around us like warm gentle waves. I feel the vibrations through the floor and in the air, every cell in my body can feel the ebb and flow of the music. Floating on the sound waves like floating in the river. Inhale, my lungs expanding with the singing tones, I am completely enveloped with the magical sounds. I feel transported to a higher plane, the subtle creative power of the universe pulses in my veins. As the last tones fade away, I seep back into myself, keeping that peace and strength close where it can blossom and grow.

1-13-2017

Standing in the chilly darkness, listening to the exquisite silence of a winter evening , gazing up at millions of sparkling stars, watching the small white fog cloud of breath billow up into the beam of the porch light to dissipate into nothingness, feeling the sting of cold air on my cheeks, smell the earthy wood smoke wafting down from the chimney, then out of the blackness of the forest across the valley comes the distant and faint, yet clear tones of church bells ringing down the hill from over a mile away. Sound travels beautifully on clear winter nights!

1-14-2017

While driving down a twisting road on the other side of a mountain, following a fast and furious creek, my eyes wander over its rapids, riffles, and waterfalls. At the top of the mountain this creek is shallow and narrow enough to jump over. It get wider, fuller, and wilder as it flows down the pass. I have often fantasized about canoeing this creek, but its steepness and boulder strewn gorge is beyond my ability to navigate safely. What strikes me on this particular trip is the color of the water: pale frozen green. There is ice everywhere and as the water rushes over, under, around, and through the ice, it looks green like when looking through an aquarium at just the angle in just the right light. Two hours later, when I drive back through, the sun is at a different angle and the illusion has disappeared.

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Magic Moments

I am trying to find a magic moment every day and describe it.  Mostly I want to remember all the little things that make life beautiful.  Secondly, it’s kind of fun and challenging to try to paint a moment in time with words.  I started on January 1st, so there is some catching up to do.  I’ll go 1 week at a time until I get to today.

1-1-2017

Magic moment: in the purple blue light of a shivery winter morning, a majestic red tailed hawk lifts off from a roadside fence post, silently glides inches above the glistening snow covered field, lands high up on a black branch of an old maple tree

1-2-2017

As we rumble down a curving two lane state road following a frigid half frozen creek along the valley floor, I watch the ridge line, soaking in the fluid topography of the mountain laid bare by leafless winter trees that slide by in a grey blur against the snow covered swells, dips, cracks, and creases. I explore the secret glens and crevices with my eyes. How many people travel this same stretch of highway every day and never experience this intimate beauty of the mountain revealed?

1-3-2017

Slowly, gently, waking in a room filled with hazy overcast weak winter light, snuggled deep beneath soft flannel blankets with a small black cat purring loudly in my ear, her whiskers tickling my cheek, the pillow vibrating from her exuberance, bright green eyes shining with adoration ” I’ m so happy you’re finally awake! ”

1-4-2017

I step outside into the almost blinding sparkling white afternoon sunshine as it sneaks out around low hanging grumbly grey clouds. Evergreen trees shine the darkest green and the the ground glows a soggy melted brown. In an instant, the clouds reclaim their place and all is thrown back into an overcast gloom, but I still have thee sun in my soul!

1-5-2017

Climbing up the hollow on a single track dirt road through a ceder forest, listening to the rushing, gushing, steely black water cascading over slick black rocks. This water is bone chilling cold even on the hottest summer days, spring fed, narrow, steep and always in shadow. Now, in January, the only thing keeping this water liquid is its determined roaring energy. Half frozen slush piles up in the eddies, blue and white ice shelves form near shore, layers of ice form on the rocks under the current where the white water lets the air in. I examine the delicate intricate ice formations where water has slashed up and dripped down: undulating columns, gnarled branches, smooth wide ripples, lumpy bumpy nodules. This ice looks like rocks in some caves. I realize it’s the same process, in a cave stone accumulates out of water through time, here ice accumulates through temperature from the same wondrous source.

1-6-2017

Our old kitchen table is scared, stained, well used. At each seat there are colorful place mats with matching cloth napkins folded and holding a sharp knife and pointed serrated spoon. There are two small worn familiar plates, each presenting a glowing golden orb, dimpled and blushing. My mouth waters in anticipation of that first taste of tangy tart summer sunshine! Balanced precariously atop one is a pair of plastic safety goggles. I chuckle at my husband’s kind, silly playfulness as I gladly put them on, sit down, and eagerly slice into my juicy grapefruit!

1-7-2017

Golden shimmering tendrils of afternoon sunlight reach down the hill through dark bare trees scattering long shadows across the road. Driving through them creates a strobe effect so powerful I feel the force of light and dark on my skin. I turn to face the setting sun wavering large, hanging just above the crest of a hill while purple and blue shadows engulf the fields and forests. For now, I have golden sunlight in my eyes, a promise of longer days to come.