I awoke thinking about Attila, and how his night in Tank went. He called shortly after I arose, and was as cheerful as ever. He said that he was warm enough, tried various configurations in positioning, finally settling on curling up on the back seat, and feels that it was a good night’s sleep, but that there are a few kinks to work out still. My relief was instant, hearing his voice, hearing about his night, what he would have for breakfast. All is well with my camping husband in the North.
There are so many things to do here at Mist Cottage, that it is hard to stay focused on just one! It is best to sit and think before beginning the day.
This morning, I sat in my easy chair, listening to classical piano music on my computer, watching the screen display my collection of art images, and I was struck with awe. Life is such a gift, the good, the bad, the boring, the exciting… all of it, except perhaps chronic pain, is a gift.
And love, what a gift that is. It isn’t always easy, it isn’t always happy, but it is the silver line that I have followed all my life.
It began for me with my Mother, who is fully human, a glorious person who gave much more than she ever got. She brought me into this world, she was my first home, she was my first love, we shared a body during my most vulnerable time, and when it was time, she gave me up to the world, and established my life in it. And through difficult circumstances she always did her very best to see me, and my siblings, right. It took me many years to come to terms with the circumstances of my youth, but through those years my love, admiration, and appreciation for my Mother never wavered. You are as beautiful to me now Mom, as you were when I first gazed up from your arms, into your beautiful face.
What my mother began became the theme of my entire life. I have loved such wonderful people. I adored my Grandparents, their lives, and their home, were the eye of the storm of my childhood. I love my brothers and sisters with a love and bond so deep that it is beyond words. We shared so much, saw each other at our worst, at our best, and we survived, each in our own way. I love my children as I love myself, find joy in their triumphs, pain in their suffering, and find myself staring at them in wonder, marvelling at their beauty in my eyes. I love my grandchildren with such joyful abandon, such joy as I did not know existed before I met them. I love my friends, the stars in my heaven, no two alike, all uniquely and marvellously their very own selves. They are life forces that run close to my sliver line. My first deep romantic love, for a singer/songwriter, came to me as a window opens on a sunny day, bringing warm breezes, bright colours, heavenly scents, and a view of the world that shone bright, and still does; he was my starting place, reflecting back to me parts of myself that had remained hidden until I met him. He passed away in 1996. And now, the heavens have granted me Attila. From the start, when we were “friends”, I knew that I wanted him in my life, and could not imagine a universe without him in it. We recognized one another, in the midst of the chaos that is the world, that was our lives.
When Reenie wrote in her very last blog entry “Love”, it touched my very soul. Reenie knew about the silver line, she lived unwaveringly along her own silver line.
Tipping my coffee mug, and saying to those who are following their own silver lines, “to love”!
Attila’s “Camp” in the North
Date: 6:00 AM EDT Monday 14 September 2015
Pressure: 101.5 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Date: 6:00 AM EDT Monday 14 September 2015
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.1 kPa
Visibility: 24 km
Wind: WNW 21 gust 32 km/h
“Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.”
1872 – 1970
[I feel it is important to love as boldly and broadly as possible. We need to weave our star blankets strong, make them warm, wrap as many people into them as possible. Maggie]
As always, Maggie, beautifully said. All of it.
I had to chuckle at “Attila’s Camp in the North” – I thought “CAMP TANK” –
I love that you are calling your home Mist Cottage, mainly because now every time I/we read one of your entries, your darling kitty-cat Mist will enter the picture, in name but in memory, too. So you feel her presence now and then with you there? It was fortuitous how Mist chose the perfect time to depart for greener pastures, because how hard would it have been for her during that epoch move you had to make all in 2 weeks? She got out of all the heavy work! Good planning, Mist! I miss her… but now I will think of her with every entry here…
I love what you’ve written today, so beautiful and so true. Blessings to you, Attila and all those you love!
A tide has turned. Maggie has found space to wax lyrical.
So glad that things are coming together for you! May they continue on this positive path, hopefully quickly, so that you and Attila can be together in Mist Cottage.
I was surprised by the temperatures you listed above. We were down to 3C (38F) this morning.
Bex, Attila would like that, “Camp Tank”! I will relate it to him when we speak this evening.
Mist Cottage is a perfect name for our home. Our Mist was at the center of our lives for the last 14 years, we both loved her, and her energy is always near. Yes, her timing was impeccable!
Thanks Joan, blessings to you and Julia, and all those you love!
What a perfect entry, Ms Maggie. Love Love Lovely.
Teri, Attila continues to look for work, which is quite a challenge considering the way he is living. We are hopeful that he will find some sort of employment sooner rather than later. There is no grass growing under his feet!
Wow, 3C, I am very glad it did not get that cold where Attila and Tank are staying! The nights are supposedly going to be a little warmer at night for the next week, thank goodness. During the day Attila is so active he seldom feels the weather unless it is extreme, one way or the other.
Why thank you Ms. Kate! Hope you are rested up from the big wedding celebration in your family!
I wish our move goes as smooth! Right now hubby’s retirement moved up to 9/30and is early retirement for niw. Medical to be processed later. It allows him to get income sooner!!
I love your post!! LOVE is to be cherished no matter where a d when it comes into our lives and frm whom. (or what,have to include the fur babies!)
Atilla needs a new license plate for the Tank-Camp Tank! Soon he will be employed in town.
That would be a fun license plate Lee Ann! Will pass the idea along to him, it is sure to tickle.
I hope your move goes very smoothly for you! It is exciting and exhausting, change is like that.
Glad you liked the post, and the for the honourable mention of the fur babies, can’t forget them!