It feels like we’re standing on the cusp of something, spring, perhaps, the turning towards a new season, and I want to mark it. So, without further ado, here goes.
These days, early April 2015, I am …
Reading … Elisabeth’s Egan’s marvelous debut novel, A Window Opens, which I just finished last night. This was my most-anticipated book of 2015 and I cannot wait to review it. The book comes out at the end of August and I highly recommend it. You can pre-order A Window Opens now!
Watching … Playoff hockey, of the U12 and Squirt variety. Grace’s team won their league championship and Whit’s been in playoffs too. At Grace’s finals, pictured above, the teams lined up, faced the flag, and stood in silence while the national anthem played. I did not know there would be such ceremony and it brought tears to my eyes.
Cooking … The recipes Grace chose from an entire flight watching Ina Garten on the Food Network. Rice Krispie treats in the shape of Easter eggs, salad dressing, pasta primavera. Yum!
Noticing … That though there are still piles of snow everywhere the birds are undeniably singing and the light is changing quality. As I get older I’m more and more aware of the earth’s rotation, in so many different ways.
Drinking … Turmeric & ginger tea. Probably because it’s still pretty cold, I’m still drawn to hot tea.
Wondering … How it can possibly be April already. February was a blur of work and snow for me, but still, somehow, I find myself startled that we’re already over a quarter into this year.
Loving … Having my sister and her girls in town in this weekend. It was a wonderful reunion. I wish we lived closer to each other.
Thinking about … Poetry. You all know it’s my lingua franca, and right now Grace is doing a poetry unit at school. I read her Ithaka (again) recently (and her response, “isn’t this the poem that that teacher you loved loved,” took my breath away because I did not realize we’d talked about the poem, and him, so clearly), and we’ve been discussing Billy Collins. It makes me both cry and smile to have a child with whom I can have these conversations.
Missing … My grandmother. For some reason that’s not entirely logical, Easter always makes me miss my Nana, my mother’s mother. I recall it as her most favorite holiday, and certainly think of her as the most religious of my grandparents, so I know she was moved by this deeply holy, somewhat somber moment in the Christian calendar.
What does right now look like for you?
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