Then the sun set over the chicken coop …

… and all was lovely and well.

Sunset over the chicken coop, Dec 11, 2015
                                                                                                      – Margaret Avenue, December 11, 2015

Though, I wouldn’t complain about having more hours in the day devoted to writing. 😀

Cats don’t get coffee breaks

I just wandered down to the kitchen to make myself a hot chocolate as I do almost every day for my coffee break. Because his office is also the dining room off the kitchen, Michael and I tend to chat for the time it takes me to heat milk and melt chocolate. Today I was a bit earlier than usual, and Leo was howling from the laundry room.

The following conversation ensued:

Me: What is up with Leo?

Michael: He wants dry food, but it isn’t time for lunch.

Me: I guess it’s coffee break.

Michael: Cats don’t get coffee breaks.

Me: Yeah, their entire life is a coffee break.

cats don't get coffee breaksYes, I should be writing 😛

HAPPY MONDAY!

 

Breathing the moment – Jan 8, 2015

This morning, despite the looming deadlines I’m attempting to tame with schedules and to-do lists, Michael and I took a moment to let the chicks wander out of the run and into the barren, fog enshrouded garden. And each time I started to say that I needed to go back to work I took a breath instead of speaking. This lasted for maybe ten minutes, but probably more like five.

chickencoopinthefog_Jan8_forblog

Then we returned to the house, drank our smoothies, and chatted about our schedules for the day.

Now I’m cozy in my office with my writing buddy Parker spread out on the desk to the right of me. I can just barely hear Michael playing guitar, and singing quietly, while he writes a new song downstairs in the dining room. And, after I cross a few things off the to-do list, I’m going to fill the afternoon with words scribbled on paper … just as they occur to me.

This is this moment.

I breathe. I type. I sip my hot chocolate.

Tomorrow will be completely different in a hundred almost imperceptible ways.

It’s a lovely life.

Thank you for being apart of it.

spider web on an olive branch

spider web on an olive branchIt is foggy in Vancouver this morning, and the olive trees just outside my kitchen window are covered in spider webs that look like crystal lace. There is some metaphor in this that I probably should be exploring, but I simply found it beautiful to behold.

FYI, you can see the web more clearly if you click the picture.