August 04th, 2015

One of the nice things about being up here is that it is so isolated. That is also one of the hardest things about being up here. To get to this page, if it is not a cloudy day, takes a really long time and sometimes I lose what I have done if the connection breaks. It is frustrating but keeps me out on the water more, I suppose. I had this weird experience the other day where I had this dream about finding all of these bird nests filled with eggs. They were all stacked together with hundreds of little eggs. I was frustrated because I couldn't find an blue robin's egg. It was a random dream that I happened to remember that day. Late in the afternoon I went running. There is a wooded trail that veers off of our driveway and into a beautiful wooded area then blueberry field. It is so beautiful. This winter was hard though and so there are a lot of trees down. I have to stop a lot and bushwhack. That day on the run I got to the first treefall and gingerly stepped around the tree. When I got to the other side I looked back at the tree and then down to the ground. There was a little robin's egg, all beautiful and blue peeking out of the pine needles. I grabbed it in my hand and carried it the rest of the way, a little gift. I don't really understand why life works that way or what it means (if anything) but it does happen and it feels magical when it does.