Before a summer catch up, I have some happy news: My short story, "The Skywatcher", has been accepted for publication by Mythic Delirium! I'm thrilled. I'll share details as I have them. One fun tidbit is that Mythic Delirium is about to celebrate their 20th anniversary! Mike and Anita Allen are as kind as they are dedicated. I'm so grateful for their support and excited to celebrate them.
Otherwise, summer has been summering. We've hosted lots of extended family over the past month and we also took a brief trip to the Olympic Peninsula. I don't see how I could possibly share all the photos and faces and fun without making this post gargantuan, so here are just a few:
Boys on the peninsula.
On the ferry. Snuggles at home. Dressed up for a wedding.
Favorite meal of the summer.
Fresh caught and fried yellow perch -results of fishing with the famous Captain Grandpa. =)
Daisies in our front yard.
Here in Seattle, the days are long but the sun is gentle. It is Outdoor Season and Outdoor Season means we are enjoying ourselves.
That said, this month hasn't been without difficulty. Family health problems and unexpected travels mean that I've been more stressed and worn down than I'd like to be. I've been writing as much as possible, and that helps, but it's a busy end to the school year and, if I'm honest, a hard one. I've needed a few extra beach walks by myself, and luckily, my loving partner makes sure I get this time. I'm grateful.
On a recent beachcombing walk, I found the waterfront absolutely packed with newly released college students and newly drunken tourists. The place was teeming. Not to sound too curmudgeonly, but I prefer an empty beach. Or, you know, one with just a few souls. The racket of a packed beach is... less soothing. So I wandered, a bit blue and bitter, an…
In our neck of the woods, life carries on with complexity and contradiction.
This past month we've dealt with illness, faced new losses, and wrestled with new worries, all while the days have grown longer and the frost has slowly given way to green.
I'm looking for small blessings every day. When times are tough, I try to pay close attention to the natural world, to my children and loved ones, and to the art and music that sustains me. If I trust them and cultivate patience, these touchstones continually guide me back to health and peace.
In happy news, I turned 40 and celebrated in a variety of ways that left me full of gratitude and love.
I also visited dear friends in California for a writing retreat.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate my wolfish sisters near and far. They continually remind me that strength comes in many forms, and that it's okay to fall apart and rise again.