I wrote this last week and its timing could not be more perfect for me. It's been one of those mornings. My husband has a cold so he slept in leaving all the morning duties to me. MA and Diva fought, as usual. Peanut was actually pretty good. The day care kids are great, but sometimes, they feed off each other. I've been corresponding with Peanut's teacher about my concerns of her eating and speaking (or lack thereof). Some days it all just seems to get to you and you just need a minute for a good cry! So, I've had my cry; I'm writing my post; and then I will be off to make a bottle; clean the kitchen; change diapers; put babies to bed ... . Thanks for allowing me a small pity party. I hope you enjoy the story.
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I went for a walk in the woods. I haven’t done this since I was a child. I forgot how peaceful the sound of the wind blowing through the trees is and the scent of dirt mixed with composting leaves. A squirrel scurries across the tree branches high above. I stop and listen. I close my eyes. I hear the faint burbling of a brook. Slowly, I make my way towards the sound, stopping along the way to admire the small flowers growing among the trees. There are colors everywhere; red, pink, blue, white, green and yellow. The path narrows. Finally, I come to the brook. It is lined with rocks of all sizes, smoothed by the constant flow of water. In a small pool minnows swim lazily. There are bullfrogs croaking nearby. Memories of childhood come flooding back. I take my shoes off and roll up my pant legs. The water is cool. I wade out to a large rock sitting in the middle of the brook and sit. Down stream there is a small water slide. Not really a waterfall, but a slide down to the water below. A crawdad pokes its head out from under a rock then ducks back under again. The sun shines through the trees glistening off the water in patches. A breeze blows through with the sent of the lilac in the air. I don’t know how long I sat on that rock just listening to the brook; watching the small fish swim by. It was so peaceful. I didn’t want to leave. Soon though, I heard the call of my children. It is time to go back to the city; to the hustle and bustle of everyday life. I vow to return here soon, to rejuvenate and reminisce about a simpler and more innocent time.
Copyright © 2008 Deb.OPKS
Thursday, January 31, 2008
A Walk in the Woods
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10 comments:
The eating thing can really take a toll can't it? We have our days when progress is made, and then fall back and feel like we are starting all over again.
I've been enjoying your stories!
Yes, they can. I've been very grateful that Peanut has not had major medical issues, but she is a tiny little thing. Even on the Ds growth chart she's in the < 3% range. It is so frustrating at times!
Oh I know how it can get to you. My special one was so sick last week. I was afraid we would be facing yet another hospital stay. Thank God it was avoided and she is back to normal. Unfortunately, due to her illness, she hasn't been in school in 2 weeks. I honestly need her to go to school, because I cannot get out of the house with her, unless we are visiting family. I can't manage her in her wheelchair AND my 2 yo. It is too much. So, I too have been having a bit of a pity party. I think next week we will be back to normal. I think!....
You are a hero in every sense of the word Deb.
Great story too...
I like your story.
Good luck with the rest.
KR
Sometimes a good cry is just what the DR orders.
The back half of our property is wooded. On the crest of the hill is the shadow of an old rail line; it's the only clearing in the woods, and occasionally I will go up there and walk around - just to get away and rela for a few minutes. Your story reminded me of that . . .
Deb, I enjoyed the story. I felt myself slowing down and breathing... different... just for a few moments. Thanks :-)
Joanna
Very nice. We all need a quiet place to come apart and rest.
It sounds like it's been a bad week for most of us. Getting it all out seems to help. I know I'll have the same problems today, but I feel better somehow. Oh, and it's Friday, that will help a lot.
I enjoyed the story. I grew up in the city and my husband in the country. It's nice to go back to nature and enjoy the quiet.
During my years of trauma resolution therapy, my favorite happy place became a scene much as you described. Like Joanna, I, too, found myself breathing more deeply and allowing some of the stress to release from my shoulders.
Thank you so much for the reminder that we can find peace within ourselves if we just know where to look.
Thanks for all the times you stop by my blog. It reminds me to check back in here. Since I'm so forgetful, I am, right now, adding you to my blogarhithm list and my blogroll.
Hope you have a wonderful and peaceful weekend. Maybe I'll see you at the brook! oxoxo
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