nauticgrrl

The cold air pierces my exposed face as I step outside.  I breathe in deeply; my skin soaks in the bits of dappled sun making their way thru the now naked branches of towering oaks.  Leaves swoosh and crackle as my feet brush thru them on my way to the field.  It is the day, long anticipated and it is here.  Today is Thanksgiving, the day of the annual Turkey Bowl! I step onto the field; the grass brown and covered with a hazy coating of ice.  It snaps and crunches with each step as I walk. I love that feeling.  Just a few weeks ago it was green and pliable and soft on my bare feet.  The coming of fall has changed that.  I sniff the air. I can smell the tang of golden fallen leaves and the smoke from the chimneys of roaring hearths.  There is also the hint of holiday turkeys roasting in ovens. So many delicious smells; I want to savor them all on my tongue. I hear the approaching footsteps as friends arrive. We all have reddened chee...

this blog was written previously under the blog title 'scribere' and published 7/15/2009. chinked, dented and depleted yesterday was just one of those days when you just have to realize that it is not about you.  not one little bit.  something is amiss in the universe...a cosmic burp that disrupts and not so subtly.  really much of it is just to ridiculous to be believed.  i just have to shake my head.  because at work it is my responsibility to "manage the house" i was stuck in the middle of everything trying to trouble shoot and smooth out and navigate through all the disruption and chaos.      i suppose it was not a good omen for the day when first thing in the morning a worker opened the cabinet above her desk only to have an enormous and terrified rat fly past her face and skid to the floor.  a secretary on the opposite side saw it coming in her direction and joined the first in a loud terror filled scream.   the rat...

The sky is a blank featureless gray canvas.  Even the mountains under it, normally vibrant still with fall colors, seem muted and dull. It is cold. I was reluctant to crawl from under my shroud of warmth and head to the kitchen to boil water.  My cats though herded me onward towards their bowls.  Everything in me screams that I should run back into my bedroom and cover up until everything is warm again. I sip coffee and feel the hot liquid trickle downward seeping into my core.   There is only marginal comfort in it.   It reminds me how dreary I still feel. Normally I do not feel so impacted by the lack of sun until well into January.  Maybe it is that snap back from having just come from the beach earlier in the week. It wasn’t very sunny there either.  Still, I was soothed by the rhythm and sway of the ocean.  Its sweet sirens’ songs lulled me into a deep comforting sleep each night.  Before I left her I breathed in th...