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Dragonflies Dancing

Have you ever been on a walk or run or bike ride, and had dragonflies flitting and dancing about your head? It’s truly one of the most glorious experiences.

Photo by Richard Ricciardi

This evening, I was taking a walk to get the rest of my steps in. It was warm but not as humid as earlier in the day. I was listening to a cute romance novel, enjoying the sun on my skin and walking at a steady but not rushed pace. Just enjoying myself.

As I walked along, I saw the occasional dragonfly scooting past me, until I saw at least a dozen dragonflies flitting back and forth, dancing, playing, even watched one flip upside down in mid-air then right it self again. I could not help but gasp with awe and absolute delight! I tried to take a photo, but that wasn’t happening. Instead I took a selfie to show how happy and content I was feeling at that moment.

Seriously. Look at me! I was just feeling and looking good. Almost glowing.

I’m trying to capture these moments, trying to enjoy all the little things life can offer. Something as beautiful as a flight of dragonflies should be celebrated, you know? We won’t always have “big” momentous occasions or activities to acknowledge like vacations, graduations, new homes or jobs. Instead our lives are typically filled with just seconds of glee and wonderment, yet those seconds really do add up. It doesn’t always feel like it, I know. I often feel like I’m swimming in sorrow and grief, and you might, too. Or maybe you just feel overwhelmed with what life has been throwing at you lately. I get it. You know I do.

Try, please try, to find something that lifted you up for a minute this week. Was it that cup of coffee that tasted extra good today? Maybe you had a good hair day one day this week? Saw a cool cloud that looked like a heart? Or maybe it was that text from your friend you hadn’t heard from in a while.

Earlier today I sat on my porch with a smutty book and a glass of peach wine. It was bliss. And I knew it, acknowledged it and heaved a contented sigh.

What about you? What are some moments of delight you’ve experienced lately? If you haven’t experienced any, please let me know. I’m happy to send you cat or dog cuteness videos. Or giraffe videos. Giraffes are the best!

Hugs to you all.

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Lack of Appreciation

Do you ever feel like you should be more grateful than you are? Do you ever think, “I know I should appreciate this but…”

Right now my life is ok. Some cool things are happening at work, I’m reading and running a lot, and my family is mostly healthy. My house is still standing, we’re not in the path of a wildfire or hurricane, and we currently do not have a virus that could affect our health for the rest of our lives.

And yet…I’m sad and angry but with a few hours of happiness and contentment thrown in.

This afternoon, my son and I took a walk together and chatted about school, work, history and video games. His dark humor and laugh remind me of my brother so much sometimes that it either takes my breath away, makes me tear up, or brings me joy to see some of Phil alive in my boy.

But once our walk was over, I took another walk alone on our rural road to try and center myself. I just felt so out of sorts today. I can’t focus on much, my right hamstring was tight and achy, and I’ve felt the urge to cry all afternoon and evening.

Thoughts of my mother have been pressing on me all day. As I walked tonight, I felt suffocated by the lack of her presence. I miss her. She would often reassure me when I didn’t think I knew what I was doing as a parent. She would coddle me when I got hurt. She never stopped being my mom, even when I needed to become her parent.

And right now I just really want my mom.

But…I can’t have her.

Hence my long walk trying to sort my shit out and be ok with myself and the world and to find a little peace in nature and this rural life I lead.

Take care of yourselves, y’all. Virtual hugs to you. I hope you’re all at least ok, if not more than ok. I hope you’re well and happy and finding peace wherever and whenever you can.

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The Great Outdoors

This has been a stressful week. Nothing extraordinary happened at work or at home. The library was very busy for the first few days and I was finally able to be productive for the last two. Home was the usual hectic schedule of trying to squeeze in making dinner and taking the boy to basketball practice and do my own workouts and laundry and all the other stuff. But there was nothing more stressful than usual.

And yet by Friday afternoon, I wanted to hide in my home and never talk to anyone again.

Typically I enjoy working with the public. People can drive me crazy but I usually find humor in odd behaviors or just roll my eyes at those that irritate me. But not this week. I had reached my fill of humans and I needed the day and week to end. I knew I had my son’s game to go to this weekend, as well as a visit to my mom, yet I wasn’t sure I could face either event.

I got up this morning WAY too early and a little grumpy. I still refused to think about the day ahead and just read a book for a while. Once my husband was up, we talked about my frustration with people and needing a break and about the courses I started to look into, possibly for a career change. Maybe something I could do from home or just something *not* with the public and with very few people. He was surprised but just let me talk. My son woke up then, so no further conversation was had, but that was ok. I needed to do a little self-assessment and figure out what’s going on in this brain of mine.

A while later, I bundled myself up and went for a run. It was 28 degrees, plenty warm and dry enough, but my face still froze. And yet it was a very enjoyable run. I just listened to my music and pushed myself when I was able and didn’t really think at all.

Once I got home, I stretched and did a few chores then showered. My kid got ready to go and we were off to the game.

No anxiety. No anger. No frustration.

Huh.

How come?

Did I purposely say to myself, “Ok, Hol, get a grip. You’ve got to do this, so just let it go”?  Of course not. That would probably be a very emotionally healthy thing to do, but I’m not there yet.

Was it the run?

Yeah. I think so. There’s something about a bit of heavy breathing and sweat and fresh air that does something to my brain. Something really, really good. Not only does my body feel better after a run, but my mental and emotional health is vastly improved. Endorphins are the absolute best drug.

But I don’t think it was *just* the run, but being outside.

All I want to do in the winter is stay indoors and sleep and read and not interact with anyone outside of my household. It’s cold and my body hurts when I’m cold, so leave me alone and let me stay inside and bake blueberry muffins and cranberry bread. I walk and run on my treadmill and lift weights and watch exercise videos, therefore my fitness level is still maintained, so why go outside?

Maybe because there’s a lot of life out there. It may be winter in Maine but there are birds and deer and rabbits and turkeys and squirrels and I get to see them right here, in my town, on my road, in my yard!  The trees may be bare but the snow and ice make them beautiful again. The spruce and the pine are always gorgeous, too, and just seeing them brings me comfort I wasn’t aware I needed.

Photo courtesy of Stephen LaRochelle

Photo courtesy of Stephen LaRochelle

Hearing and seeing all the life that is out there, makes me want to live. Makes me want to be a part of others’ lives, too. Even those annoying humans.

Well…some of them, anyway.

Do you ever just want to hibernate? Or hide? How do *you* keep going? I’d love to know.