Last night as I slept the world melted.
I awoke to tiny rivers pulling bits of debris and dirt down into the sewer grate.
Spring cleaning. I listen to it rushing and falling away.
I can smell the earth again. My heart swells.
A late night walk brought all of my senses alive. Sounds of dripping, smells of new paint, a teenager laughing in the distance, wind in the trees, on my face, a dog howling, the sound of my boots on the pavement. I walked into the middle of a field surrounded by cloudy, fog dusted trees. How daring I felt being alone out there. Then I became afraid of the dark and turned back. I could have walked all night just smelling, thinking. Making up new dreams for myself. Wondering what happens in the next chapter of the book. Can I not skip ahead? I have a friend who always skips ahead to the good parts with books. I have hard time with that, what if you missed a small gem of a sentence? The one that explained everything, the one that captured your heart with a few perfectly composed words? What if the author was trying to show you something by contrasting a long slow diatribe with the powerful and exciting climactic bits?
I think there are some things we are not supposed to know until we are ready.
So I will put my mittens away. I will wait to see what is blooming under the last bits of snow. I know you are there, when the wind blows a certain way it carries your essence.
the snowdrops are blooming.
Posted by kerismith at March 26, 2004 03:52 PMFabulous. Thanks Keri. I can smell it!
Posted by: Jane on March 29, 2004 10:20 AMWhat a beautiful post, Keri. I felt like I was with you on your walk. And the post about your bike was gorgeous as well. Thanks for being a constant inspiration.
i opened my windows yesterday and that earthy smell of spring blew through the house, it was so refreshing....finally!
Posted by: amanda on March 28, 2004 06:10 PMi loved that entry :) xoxo
Posted by: willo on March 28, 2004 05:35 PMThis is a great website. I just finished reading through Living Out Loud. Thanks for being brave and setting your wonderful thoughts in writing.
It's great!
And beatiful post. I think I'll go take a long walk now.
Posted by: Mala on March 27, 2004 07:15 PMAh yes, that night walk in the spring air ... so full of mystery and glitter, yet so peaceful ... and then the fear of continuing alone ... what a metaphor for life, isn't it?
Posted by: susanne on March 27, 2004 05:14 PMto really experience a good book, you have to trust the writer (and the story itself) to take you on this unique journey in a fulfilling way. thus, no skipping ahead, or you're missing the real story.
you have to trust the universe in the same way.
(...she says, still learning how to practice what she preaches)
Posted by: t. on March 27, 2004 11:46 AMBeautiful post and wonderful spring banner. Happy spring to you Keri!
Posted by: emma on March 27, 2004 10:06 AMahhhhhhhh, spring is coming . . . :) I saw buds and blossoms today and like you feel the winter being washed away . . . glad for winter and the sloughing off of things that are no longer alive but dang I am ready for some rebirth! Cheers to you and your night time awakening . . .
Posted by: Katherine on March 26, 2004 11:54 PMThe fog was absolutely blissful tonight. The trees seem to stretch forever into the fog. Trying to sneak a peak behind the curtain of grey. And fields are the best places to wander. It's the place where our fears are best revealed, and kept quiet.
Your entries are always a pleasure to read.
Posted by: Lurker on March 26, 2004 11:07 PMWhat a gorgeous read..
Posted by: amanda on March 26, 2004 07:00 PM