When I was a kid, I thought it would be pretty cool to be a nun and live on some moss-drenched green hill in the middle of nowhere, free to really delve into all aspects of holiness, the universe and God.
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Careful what you wish for, kids.
This is the yurt at night. Uh huh. Up on that hill of green, all alone.
Isolated, with neighbors a few miles away.
It’s absurdly gorgeous, other-worldly even. The perfect setting for midnight meditations, morning yoga and other spiritual delights.
That hill is not an easy place to hang out with these guys.
It’s challenging on a “real-life” spiritual way that I’m sure that God loves and gets a kick out of, and even while I can feel the universe laughing around me, I hightail it out with the kids as often as possible during the summer.
So we went on over to Eureka to house-sit for a friend of a friend.
There you go, friends.
I have given you CULTURE SHOCK from within California!
I laughed as I explained to Micah that we were about 10 minutes away from a store. Going and picking up whatever we needed, coming back and whipping up a pie would be a piece of, um, cake.
We went to Agate Beach
One of my favorite places. I have memories of tearing that place apart with Dana, looking for those elusive agates.
My kids tore the place apart looking for clay instead.
I have no idea how or why that happened (where’d they get the idea for clay at a beach?)
They went all ‘Lord of the Flies’ and marked up their bodies in tribal “tattoos”.
I missed Dana viscerally that day
I miss him every day, but on that particular day at Agate Beach, it struck me hard that this time next year, I won’t be able to say that that this time last year, Dana was with me.
Because this time last year, we were hanging out on weekends when I went to Blue Lake to spend the night. This time last year, he was making stupid, funny bets on snickers candy bars with me, we were sitting on the swinging bench together talking about things we wouldn’t tell anyone else. He was being my best friend.
I took an accidental selfie while I was lying on the sand, trying to get the perfect angle on one of these photos of the kids.
I like this picture because it’s a real visual of me in this moment of time.
I am 44.
I am holding on.
My body is a mother’s.
I am trying to grasp, frame and treasure what is beautiful to me in this here and now, and I am praying that God will keep me while Dana sets up the net for me to jump.
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