Good February 5th morning from our snowy icy corner of the planet with your blogger nestled in pajamas with steaming cup of green decaf tea in blue ceramic mug.
I hope this morning finds you just as you are. Hoping that you appreciate yourself just as you are. If you don’t, take a minute to do so. Thank you. I shall, too.
Now that we’re friends with ourselves, I’ll update you as to this slice of life here one-quarter mile from the shore of Lake Superior in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.
Here’s what’s happened in the past week:
1. Snow and cold. Of course, you’re not surprised. Neither am I.
2. Still tremendously enjoying the detox cleanse diet. Feel more energy than in many years. Only lost one half pound more in the second week (five pounds off in Week 1) but was able to dig out a smaller pair of old jeans. Am baking sweet potatoes for breakfast right now. You smother them in sautéed kale, spinach and onion topped with cayenne, salt and sunflower/pumpkin seeds. OK, that’s not quite the “official” recipe, but close enough. Week 3 starts soon.
3. Barry received a nice recognition last Wednesday night. Right before the National Anthem at the Baraga boys basketball game the coaches gave him a certificate of appreciation and a plaque for 34 years of covering Baraga sports for the newspaper. It was very sweet of them. He’s spent more hours than you can imagine in gyms across the UP. And football fields. And hockey rinks. He was so honored by their thoughtfulness. Of course he’s writing a column about it for this week’s paper.
4. I’ve experienced the most content spell in years. It’s interesting how long it sometimes takes a person to grow up into their person hood. Have discovered a well of deep “enoughness” and satisfaction that appears more steadfastly. It doesn’t always appear, but it does often enough to feel like a significant peaceful change.
5. After four years of *passionate* blogging, I am not feeling the need to share every day. Once, a long long time ago, a friend advised to blog only when a deep desire made it impossible not to blog. I shook my head at her advice. The deep desire appeared daily. But now things feel different. A thought may arise to blog, but I wait and see if the Universe really wants to share. This feels deeply satisfying–for now, anyway.
6. Most of the drama in this life comes from watching the PBS Masterpiece Theater “Downton Abbey“. Are any of you mesmerized by this show? Kiah recommended it when she visited at Christmas and I started watching on the Kindle Fire in early January. It is such a fascinating series! Have watched Season 1 and 2 and announced dramatically to Kiah, “OK, I’m done with this! Can’t close my eyes without seeing O’Brien and Matthew and Mary and Mr. Bates… Keep hearing cockney accents in this head 24/7!” However, after watching the Season 2 finale “Christmas at Downton” must soldier on and see Season 3. It’s a wildfire hit, folks. You may want to consider this addiction.
7. Do any of you readers recall the blog post about the tomfoolery of some Nova Scotia blogger friends? How they invited me to travel to their fine coastline for a hike, even though it was a 31 hour drive away? I teased that I’d be there shortly and they constructed a *strange* wooden smiling creature on a stick who henceforth shall be known as “Flat Kathy” who began to accompany them on hikes, visit their homes, and have Grand Adventures. At first I thought it was my alter-ego, but Flat Kathy has pulled so many crazy stunts that I’m just watching her antics from afar. Suffice it to say, Flat Kathy was banished to South Africa and is now living with Reggie from Grains of Sand. Reggie is so enthused she’s started a new blog about her world travels.
8. Do go check out The Fantastical Voyages of Flat Kathy. You won’t be sorry. OK, Flat Kathy won’t be sorry. (I apologize profusely for calling you strange, Flat Kathy. Please forgive. I won’t do it again.)
9. My stomach is growling. Time for sweet potato.
10. Wishing you all a fine week. Amidst the happiness and sorrow, the pain and delight, the cheeriness and grumpiness, I hope you all find some moments to deeply appreciate who you are. Who you are deep inside, beneath and around and between all the mistakes and tribulations, the yes and no, the failure to be an imaginary “perfect”, the snow and cold, the next cup of tea.