In love...

So I realize the rest of what I was going to post about my crazy Halloween weekend was just your basic holiday weekend drama; making out in a car, meeting a drunken man on the side of the road with a machete, running into people I hadn't seen in ten years at an adult Halloween party, while dressed as Raggedy Anne, you know, the usual. I realized I'd rather write about how in love I am with this area; how suddenly, I feel revitalized and stress-free, after three very high stress years.

I woke up with the sun the other day and leaped out of bed; the sun was blasting through every window in the house and all the frost on the ground was sparkling like jewels and I couldn't help but run right outside, before even eating breakfast, to run to the pond across the road to check the reflection of the sky in the water. I bathed in the sun, thanking god to be alive on that beautiful day. I've been spending a lot of time similarily; finding roadkill deer which are too yucky to tan, but I bring them home anyway to feed the coyotes, (rather then the landfill,) and I walk almost daily down to the deer I left for the coyotes to see how much of it they ate today...

I spread milkweed seeds and watch these little "faires" dance away in the wind, their silky puffs caught in the breeze. I admire the color of dead leaves on the ground and the bright orange of fresh carrots from my mother's garden. I've been realizing lately that I'm madly in love with life itself and anything connected with or promoting life; helping the old blind lady Dorothy with daily tasks, promoting homebirth and midwifery, tanning hides, the viseral experience of blood and guts, encouraging a depressed friend to do more then sleep all day and smoke weed, encouraging my sister to eat fewer sweets and more protein, taking up yoga...

Life is beautiful and the marrow of life is our imaginations...

Love ya,
Carrot