Robyn
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
Simple pleasures in life. There are things that make us smile in the worst of times. Things that make our heart feel at peace no matter the turbulence that surrounds it. For me, since I was about 19 years old it has been my aunt and anything she touches.
While I am super close with my mom there is something about a conversation with my aunt that brings clarity and peace to my heart. When my dad (her brother) used to be a crappy dad to me in my college years, she sympathized and strategized. When she got cancer she led me through a path of emotions with honor, grace and skill. When I've gone through employment difficulties she's been my biggest cheerleader. When Tracy died in February it was she that I turned to.
On Friday I headed to their home in Boulder for an overnighter while they are out of town. While I wished she was there, something about the love in her home is carried through even without her here. I was greeted by a sweet note to take anything in the fridge I'd eat as it'll go bad before they return and to please stay as long as I like. Oh, and take some peonies from the back.
So, as I settled in that evening in her home while she is off playing in Snowhot's neck of the woods, I felt a peace, a comfort. I came in from wandering her garden during the early eveing. Lush green grass tickling my toes, roses in various stages of bloom sweet with scent, the plump white peonies opening their petals against the dark green background of leaves. Basil flourishing, ready for a meal. Irises reaching the end of their season. The birds are chirping, the wind rustles in the trees. It is the circle of life. As one season passes, another must come. It's different but just as beautiful. The memories of the one before will always be there but the anticipation of the new is exciting.
What are your simple pleasures in life?
While I am super close with my mom there is something about a conversation with my aunt that brings clarity and peace to my heart. When my dad (her brother) used to be a crappy dad to me in my college years, she sympathized and strategized. When she got cancer she led me through a path of emotions with honor, grace and skill. When I've gone through employment difficulties she's been my biggest cheerleader. When Tracy died in February it was she that I turned to.
On Friday I headed to their home in Boulder for an overnighter while they are out of town. While I wished she was there, something about the love in her home is carried through even without her here. I was greeted by a sweet note to take anything in the fridge I'd eat as it'll go bad before they return and to please stay as long as I like. Oh, and take some peonies from the back.
So, as I settled in that evening in her home while she is off playing in Snowhot's neck of the woods, I felt a peace, a comfort. I came in from wandering her garden during the early eveing. Lush green grass tickling my toes, roses in various stages of bloom sweet with scent, the plump white peonies opening their petals against the dark green background of leaves. Basil flourishing, ready for a meal. Irises reaching the end of their season. The birds are chirping, the wind rustles in the trees. It is the circle of life. As one season passes, another must come. It's different but just as beautiful. The memories of the one before will always be there but the anticipation of the new is exciting.
What are your simple pleasures in life?
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