A Rest In The Hills

A month of a blog sabbatical, I have a heart full of life.  One month looks like years in pictures.  The pictures, they’re the blood that runs through me.  So, even when I break from words on a screen, the pictures they tell me the stories.  The, “Oh yes! we DID see a millipede.” And,  “I forgot how cute he looked in that homemade pirate costume we pieced in 42 seconds just for free Krispy Kreme doughnuts.”  And, “She really did go all the way across the monkey bars without dropping.”  And their laugh when the rooster bellowed through the poultry stalls at the county fair.

The stories come alive.  And one month just seems like years. There is much to relive and tell and document.

But tonight~

There’s a fire my 3 little loves and their daddy started before dinner right here in the cabin on the mountain, right beside grandparents, and it crackles and warms.  The stories are shared from days of old and I’m thankful for today’s.  Today’s story.  This mountain story.

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You don’t have to leave home to rest.  Or make memories.  Or just be.  But in leaving, there is an awakening.  A rousing to recognize the gift of time.

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Of hours and minutes. At home, we are disenchanted by the ticking clock, the reminder that there is more to do, more to manage, produce, achieve.  Here?  Here in the hills of North Carolina where 4 deer traipse right across the gravel drive in front of the kitchen window where you stand bare -footed, messy-haired, and with a fresh cup of coffee.  Children run up and down steps because they themselves are a delight.  Here where seconds and minutes are savored.  Where I remember that time is precious.

Here.  At home.  Time is always precious.

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Time is always precious. I’m going to remember.

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Giggling at cowboy humor. At ostrich pecks and tilt-a-whirl rides.  Finishing twenty-something trips around a bicycle trail with a shady picnic.  It’s the blanket that covers any cold-hard day.  Like a chair-lift that opens a door to amazing wonders all around, how many more gifts can be unwrapped in seemingly ordinary everyday minutes?

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I will remember!

Completely thankful,

~k.

Comments

  1. Oh, my. The life that was lived in the days of those pictures!! Amazing, beautiful and a warm blanket for those cold, hard days, indeed. I confess to having missed your writing so much, but Love that you have spent your days wisely, taking the time to invest eternally in the dearest of the dear.

  2. Michael Golding says:

    Thanks for reminding me what is important in life. It is valuable to slow down and just notice each beautiful moment.

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