I tend to depend on coordinating with other people for vacations/outings, mainly because internal motivation and exploring new places wo a buddy is just not really my thing, but also because these days, my son and I spending MORE time alone together in an unfamiliar environment tends to be a recipe for meltdowns. I found the motivation for camping, however, since I was familiar with a campground from a previous years’ expedition with extended family, and I wanted to give my kid some semblance of a summer something, since beaches, etc., have been mainly off the menu. But like all plans, BAM, hurricane hit and closed it. I scrambled, found another place and got one of the last spots. It ended up being probably the worst since the nearby road had consistent traffic and we didn’t feel quite like we were in the woods, there were meltdowns, my eye swelled up with a horsefly bite, it rained even though I specifically picked the dates BEFORE it was supposed to rain (and why there was only that single site left) and we really missed family since running around with cousins is one of the best parts about camping (for both of us since then I get time too), BUT we went on easy nearby hikes, saw lots of fly fishing and found this really excellent spider fly fishing spot. Sort of sums Up where I am with the pandemic: cobwebby, laced with morning dew. Sometimes I see the beauty and it’s sparkling; other times I tromp right into the sticky web.
August 16, 2020
Red Ribbon Slips As I pull the bow off my present It slips off like the red low back dress I wear Fluttering around me as a cold breeze dances on my skin. As I pull the bow off my present I think about the memories I have with presents A gift of the now in how I can seize the moment of who I am a mirror of who I used to be Fluttering around me as a cold breeze dances on my skin. As I pull the bow off my present Red always comes to mind, during the holiday times in winter Kwanzaa, Christmas, and Valentines galore filling up the air with a sweet scent Fluttering around me as a cold breeze dances on my skin. As I pull the bow off my present I think about the joy and love I put into making it The hard earned coins from my blood, sweat, and tears that I put into getting the materials Fluttering around me as a cold breeze dances on my skin. As I pull the bow off my present I think about how life has been a gift colored red pumping my blood in me It is spilt monthly to detox from the inside out Fluttering around me as a cold breeze dances on my skin.
December 18, 2020