YOU ARE MY WILD \ WEEK 10

Sometimes I feel off kilter, anxious, or really empty as the sun goes down. Going for a sunset walk recharges and soothes me because I get out of my head and I stop thinking and I let my senses fill up with it all. Walking, hearing birds and my heart beat, feeling my feet hit the pavement, being surrounded by pink sky. The best time of day to be alive, in my opinion. I lose that option Fall – Winter, when it gets dark at dinner time, and I watch the day end from the window over the kitchen sink.

But (hallelujiah) now that the days stretch into bedtime we have this special extra block of time after dinner to enjoy the buttery sun. To avoid the grumps, to leech out another second of day before we sleep and start again.

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You Are My Wild friends, look at the others’ Week 10 submissions here.

Tara

 

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11 Comments

  1. What a mini you. She has gotten so grown up looking. I’m enjoying the wild series, it’s so amazing to see kids grow up and become who they are.

    I’m really enjoying the photos of California life outside. We just got another foot of snow yesterday. Sigh. Spring please?

  2. i sometimes feel, when i come here, like i’m trespassing. i feel as if i’m reading something deeply spiritual, something written in a private journal wrapped in sackcloth and tucked away behind old boxes or under a loose board in the floor at the back of the closet. sometimes your words navigate to the very core of my being and i sit with them quietly, unable to move for fear of disturbing what new light might surface. i am grateful.

  3. I am just waiting for the temperature here to go above 35, oh hell, above 40, so I too can go out and truly enjoy a late day walk. And you know I am not complaining, but I don’t want to be shivering during mine. Soon. Soon my pretty.

  4. I love these photos, and I love this age. My daughter is the same age and I feel like I’m in this place with her where the little girl is still lingering, but yet the woman is quickly approaching. It’s this in between time and every day I cry a bit over it. We have these talks about her changing body and girl drama at school and she says, “Mom, I’m so glad I have you”. When you post photos of your daughter I wonder if you feel it too. Aren’t we given the greatest privilege to escort them into womanhood? It’s grief and anticipation all wrapped up in the same package.

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