My Rainy Day at the Races

bobmarley,bw,free,quotes,rain-adb8d02181b0c6efbac6aff2b7ed5c02_hI got to go out today! I know it sounds like “no big deal”, but it kind of is. When do I get to shed the five little ones (okay, 3 little and 2 big) and go out with the boyfriend? We even had plans to boot! Someone from work graciously hosted an all-day event in Montpelier for the annual horse races. I was excited! Of course Friday the weather was the perfect 79, the sun was happy and all was good with the atmosphere. Wake up today and the story is very different—63 degrees and rain. That’s okay. The nanny was on her way, the outfit was picked out, and we were leaving! The rain was supposed to stop by lunch.

So we get there. After the umbrella is popped open, we commence to stomp through the soaked grass alllll the way across the pasture to where the tent is set up. We sit and talk a bit. Then we go and are not be able to see the first dog race. (Too many people up front and I have a slight challenge of being short)

We leave and go back to the tent for lunch. Oh look! It’s raining harder…and it’s dropped 10 degrees in temperature. But the horses are about to race. So I go out and stand behind some tall men and watch for the bobbing jockeys. (because that’s all I can see at eye level) It happened. Two seconds and it was over! At least for me. There were ten more races, but I wasn’t sure I could handle the rest. My feet were soaked and my sweater was feeling less crocheted and more like a fish net; breezy. So we went back under cover and sat for some more. A lot of people were more affiliated with my boyfriend and therefore conversing with him, so it gave me a chance to listen to the rain. What a soothing, healing, comforting sound it was. Steady and enchanting.

And that’s what ruined the day and highlighted my day. The rain. It’s like a rose. When I see a rose I always go and smell it. Take the time, right? And when it rains…I don’t merely duck from it and run. I close my eyes and listen closely. There’s magic in the drops:)



Restless Spirit

flyI don’t know whether to categorize it as a curse or a gift. I guess it’s a curse when you can’t do anything about it.

Life, in terms of years you have on earth, is short. Short as in an inch on a yard stick. Twenty five cents in relation to a hundred dollars. And that’s if you’re lucky enough to avoid cancer, getting hit by a bus, falling down an elevator shaft… the list goes on, but you get the picture. We’re all here together, living in our little compartments in this vast world, dealing daily with our little problems and yet only some get to see past the boundaries of the United States (if you live here). Heck, some don’t see past the county line in which they live. Only some even take that mandatory week’s vacation and actually go somewhere. Generally speaking, it’s to the same beach spot they go to every year. Same hotel, same restaurants, even wearing the same ol’bathing suit and beach hat.

I sometimes think about how many places I’ll never see. The beauty that I know I’d be in awe of if I did. The majesty of lavender fields, the sunsets over oceans, the quietness of mountaintops. And all the fabulous people I’ll never meet and know. Do we impose our own boundaries? Is it simply something we don’t prioritize?

I have a restless spirit and it’s flaring up today:)