the ghosts on the hill

i am writing to you and i feel as if there is so much to tell you. I am hoping you are well and that you are catching moments of quiet happiness. as i write you i feel exhausted but the good kind, the kind that has your heart full. it has been a strange road the positive things have have left the bad behind. honestly i feel as if the clouds opened up and dropped pixie dust on me ( i have never written pixie dust before) but it is true. the kind acts that have come my way as of late are beyond my imagination. aran has replaced my broken computer with one of her own and when i received it , i kept saying is this really happening ( aran, thank you). then finding out that another gift is on it's way. i am overwhelmed and find myself wanting to invite the whole world to sit under that magical cloud.

Last weekend as the grass began growing under a warmer sun and rain, i knew it was time to spread out the pasture, k and i worked hard and as we did the rain came. i am always working on fences in the rain and maybe that is the way it will always be. i was wet and cold,  the fog was coming in and  out as if it was playing the part of waves on the sea shore. i grabbed my camera and headed down the dirt driveway to capture what i could.  my arms were heavy, elbow throbbing, clothing wet was strangely making me feel wakened.  the seams between myself and nature were sewn and i was reminded how when the body works hard the mind can have a renewed clarity. later on when k came back and joined me on the hill we stood in the grays of a day drenched in rain, the wind would blow the fog towards us and then through us and for a while it was as if we both quietly transformed into ghost.

* thank you aran for such a kind act.
*kim thank you for the first photo is one of my favorites i have ever taken