2 sisters & 1 mama & just enough
The morning sky, the evening sky reflecting on contradictory horizons when the temperatures are frigid and the sky is ice box clear. Pinks and hazy blues, slate grays and wispy clouds, sliding like watercolours on the western horizon in the mornings and the eastern horizon in the evenings. A wonder of wonders; a whole body experience when I am sunrise and sunset driving.
People in puddles of their own making, smiling in triumphant exhaustion.
The dance. Always.
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A great banana bread recipe, luring me to a slice for breakfast with a berry protein smoothie.
The perfect texture of january apples; still luscious from their fall harvest.
Fast clouds.
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Small patches of bright blue sky yawning open. Vitamin D portals which shift my mood.
Hands and knees. Sweat. Fighting exhaustion. Push ups waiting to be counted. Struggling past mounting inertia. Summoning energy. Forcing focus. Belligerence. Self victory. High fives. Glow.
Being at home alone.
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Abdominal muscles, contracted tightly, burning with effort, maintaining the integrity of a low back. Relieved upon relaxing, easing with an audible sigh.
The scent of herbal tea steeping in my very large cup.
‘Happy’ music.
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Cream of barley made with coconut milk.
A January morning filled with sunshine, mild temperatures and the illusion of spring.
A sproing of hair, recalcitrant and personable, at the back of a gentleman’s head. I slow my pace so I can continue walking behind him.
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Coconut yoghurt.
Dripping icicles.
The forward hunch and turned up collar of a diminutive woman in galoshes carrying her groceries with sure steps on slushy sidewalks.
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A lost Lucy cat, runaway of trauma, returning to her home on christmas eve, a thin shadow of her lush russian blueness, world weary and ready for love.
The last vestiges of a cool and distant january sun filling my western windows, changing shifts with a slight, pale crescent moon.
A clean aerobics room floor under my barefeet.
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The cozy dampness and general bustling of winter bodies wandering rushing strolling meandering striding through a saturday morning farmers’ market.
A shared tonglen to take on the suffering of those in Haiti and to dissolve and transform this suffering, to soften our hearts, to practice compassion, and to send out healing, peace, safety, hope and anything which may relieve their pain.
A flamingo coloured eastern sky at 7:00am; streaks of morning light and energy stretching along the horizon, warming my heart and creating a bubbling sense of vitality.
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Early morning energy, enough to move 12kg of kettlebell up and down a room many times.
Visits to the hair salon with my daughter.
The knots of the knotty pine on my walls.
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Super fatted soap on papery winter shins.
Thin layers of ice, hard and bubbled, sugar coating my car windows and resisting my most vigorous scraping efforts.
Ticking clock, like a universal heartbeat, in the silence around me.
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