Waiting (part 2)
Life on All Fours
Book Launch Party and Fundraiser
Among sunbeams filtered through a ancient vaulted ceiling of needle and bark, transfixed and transported, am I dreaming? Five long, short years in the making, the struggle with a blank page and the love affair, divorce and make-up between words—it is finally done. The mere fact of this completion feels like one of life’s great wonders.
On this day the soft carpet of redwood giants makes everything sound like a caress and the rustle of pine leaves like the coo of tree fairies. This is a gentle gathering, hearts connected. In the middle of the small forest cathedral is an offering—two dozen tall and proud pink lilies surrounded by plates and bowls piled high with food, dreamed and crafted with love by my family’s hands. We are a tribe raised on edible love. Eat, drink—celebrate life and the ability to eat it.
Legs, two and four, play, sniff, consume, and converse in a verdant meadow marked by balloons and blankets and sparkling sunshine. Every so often a poster monument—a wet, shiny, brown dog, covered with sand, expectant eyes and “Life on All Fours,” prominently placed at his feet. This is the spirit that I can barely hold without the accompaniment of tears; the spirit that sat by my feet through the hours and hours of labor, the spirit that became voice and led me through the dark valleys, the spirit that loved me despite my ill-tempered impatience, the spirit that left his physical form when his work was done.
His belly hugs the cool Pacific Ocean shore, oblivious to the gritty sand that covers his twitching nose. His paws are spring loaded in temporary repose; eyes focused on the prize, He waits, waits, and waits . . . for me.
So much of life is spent waiting. Usually it feels like wasting time. I’m hardwired for productivity so the empty space feels like that spinning icon on the computer that tempts me to drown my laptop in the bathtub. I’ve been waiting for a blog inspiration commensurate to my amazing book launch party and fundraiser but the wheel won’t stop spinning.
And then it came to me—I’m spinning because I don’t want to exhale. The book party was pure magic and I’m not ready to let go.
Stay tuned for Waiting, part two . . .
P.S. To channel my very smart niece who works in social media and well . . . . is twenty-three, "Please friend, follow, like, share me on Facebook (wow, that sounds weird), follow me on Twitter, purchase my book on these on-line retailers, and please review my book on Amazon,"
Daily Bites and Blessings
Welcome to "Daily Bites and Blessings." Pull up a chair. I’ve set a place for you at the table. These edibles are sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet and often they are both. This is a come as you are party. I invite you to bring your compassion, courage, and curiosity as we dine together on life's bounty. May our time together give us more light and more love.