The last two weeks have tested my mettle. And now that I have reached the end of that explosion of to-dos and tasks, I felt a need to just breathe, reflect, and snack.
Okay, who's kidding here, I always feel a need to snack.
But on this day of celebrating Resurrection and new birth, I have found myself rather pensive. As I get to transition to a new way of living and being over the next few months, I have caught myself slipping into moments of musing.
Like, why does the Void always need to be supervising my every move? Does she know something about me that I don't? What is that fluffy black cat's ultimate motive? To be a source of amusement and thought inducement. Curious, that.
And why does food have to be so delightfully amazing yet even ingesting the smallest bit of it in it's most delightfully crafted and tasting state cause me harm? Like, I went to a board meeting at a local joint yesterday with the Hubs for his non-profit rifle team, and one of the members ordered this gigantrosity:
I've never seen such a comestible. It was as if someone just said, let's take a Bloody Mary and put the who appetizer menu atop it. Because reasons. What a glorious spectacle that was!
Another ponderance-inducing blessing I came across in the last twenty-four hours is the magic of puppies. We hurtled north an hour and a half to pick up the boy's Toyota from my friend's shop and he brought his puppies to meet us. Usually, when I look at and play with puppies, I am filled with existential joy, both at enjoying such small, innocent playful snuggles and by the fact that I don't have to raise and care for said things. As I played with the babies I realized that I would be fine having one. Strange.
And then there are the spring flower bulb emergences. It doesn't matter where I am heading or what I am up to on the farm, I have found myself stopping to smell the hyacinths, pet the daffodils, and exclaim over the fading squill and crocus like an errant ermine on expedition. Every time I do so, I then stand for a moment, pensive about the most excellent wonder of being alive and experiencing such a thing.
So, maybe that is my point this fine Easter morning, that life is a gift, rebirth in the face of redemption is rad, and even in the face of being potentially overwhelmed, there is always a moment to stop and play with the puppies, smell the hyacinths, and marvel at American food service excess.
Life is good. Happy Easter to you all!!
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