Yesterday, I spent a good bit of time writing a poetic piece about spring around here. I was pleased with it, it was a good way to wind down my challenging day. And then, my draft went blank, autosaved, computer crashed and that was that.
Seems a good metaphor though. For I was writing about spring and the spilled milk clouds, the high steps and bare skin. The neon yellow grass and the tiny bright green cheering beneath, the sun splashing light on one hill at a time. How spring is the perfect word for the season. A well, a source. A hop, a bounce. A clean slate, new energy.
I was in a bummed out space when writing yesterday while my kids napped. Writing with abandon always helps me work though and sort out uncomfortable feelings. When my draft deleted and couldn’t be recovered, it was the proverbial straw that broke this effing camel’s back.
I shifted gears, a bit tearfully at that point, and stomped it out with a friend. Hiking over the very hills I had written about, the earth absorbed my frustration. I imagined all the feelings of all the people who have hiked these mountains tucked securely under the soil, rolling around toward the core in a big group hug.
It worked, it always does. I am so thankful for exercise and friendship. I am so thankful for these hills.
In this week’s column, I wrote about my memory of running with Margot as a wee babe as I watch her run now, a big kid. Click to read mama digs: in stride.
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Aw!!! These pictures make me miss Montana! I spent my first 2 years out of college (2002-2004)as an Americorps volunteer 2nd grade teacher on the Ft. Belknap Indian Reservation in Hays, Montana (about 3 hrs east of Great Falls or 2 hrs north of Billings)
Montana is such a special place to me and I love revisting it through your blog. Thank you.
ps- Trips to Missoula were always a big deal and I very much looked forward to the “big city” 🙂