november 2
i crave...
a little cottage on the ocean where i could spend my days creating and writing and working and playing with the windows wide open to the sound of the push and pull of water and sand and time.
an evening spent with my head on jon's chest as we talk about our wildest dreams for our future and i listen to his heart beat with each rise and fall of breath.
sitting at a kitchen table on gerow avenue with the smell of sausage and the taste of cranberry juice and the feel of the brown faceted heavy juice glass and the sight of the jelly jar filled with violets and the sound of her voice as she talks to herself at the stove.
a conversation with my brother where we really listen to one another and show up as our true selves instead of showing up as the roles we think we are supposed to play because of the path behind us.
blueberry pancakes and fresh orange juice and the sunday paper spread across the kitchen table as i sit cross-legged and just take in a day with nothing else to do.
being surrounded by laughter until my sides and the muscles in my face hurt and just for a moment i am convinced that all must be right in the world.
feeling at peace in my own home instead of feeling like i am drowning in my created mess.
stepping off a plane in paris and setting off just like natasha to explore and eat and drink and dream and take in every drop before being so very glad to get home.
an afternoon with my mother, just the two of us, with no phone calls answered or email that need to be checked or people that need us to solve something...just the two of us.
(this prompt is from sabrina ward harrison's book the true and the questions. michelle mentioned it recently, which prompted me to take it out again.)
this is me
Reader Comments (13)
oh, i love this. i crave so many of the same things, especially the magical cottage by the sea. oh, and that conversation with my brother and the house full of peace instead of mess. but mostly, the cottage by the sea. tell you what: when we each have our cottages, we'll invite each other over for play dates and sleepovers, kay?
your love for your grandmother is astounding sometimes, and i am so sorry she is physically gone. i never had that kind of love for mine. she was kind, but always seemed a bit removed. oh, i loved her, just not as deeply as you seem to feel love for yours. i feel nothing of her influence in my life now except perhaps in my father's need for the attention he may not have gotten as a child. (she was his mother.) it seems in so many ways your life has been influenced by yours and that she is always with you - she is present in so much of your writing.
i, too, long for the beach house where the sound of the ocean calms me and seduces me to sleep each night. one day we will have one, and i can hardly wait!
thank you for the reminder about this book - it's something i think i could really relate to.
your cravings...they are good.
mmm....my eyes are closed, deep
in the vision of these points.
such good cravings you have :)
oh and blueberry pancakes and orange juice remind me of a certain kitchen from my past too ... i recreate it at least once a month in my own kitchen ;-)
This is a very very lovely post - the little cottage by the ocean is one thing I particularly crave, too.
oh how I love your words...and the heart that they pour from!! Thank you for sharing....
loving this...
there is so much
here that i get,
that i feel also...
i love when you share
these little big bits of yourself.
xo
Ah, dreaming of that seaside cottage. To that opened window and the sounds and smells of it, I add a warm crackling fireplace and a drawer full of coffee and teas...and endless time.... full of relaxation.
Paris sounds pretty fantastic too! ;-)
This was wonderful.
xo
you always have such beautiful things to say!
This is so very beautiful my dear....and really speaks to me. Beautiful images and beautifully written. Thank you for your lovely comment over on ML today, it means the world to me.
xo
Melissa
I don't know when I discovered this marvelous post, but I have had it in my bookmarks for months. It's in a file called Perfect Posts.