Waiting

There's something nice about waiting. It's a gentle reminder that not everything can be executed perfectly, timed to the minute, or just as you want it. It's an exercise in patience, keeping oneself occupied, and being okay with inactivity. I am reminded of all those times traveling when I had no choice but to sit and wait hours upon hours for the strike to be over, the next bus to pull into the depot, the overnight but to arrive, the flood to abate or the bus to show up (or not). You learn to roll with the punches and to just BE. And, usually, it calls for some creative problem-solving.

Now that the semester is over, I find myself not planning ahead as much, even if it means I "have" (get?) to wait. I have time to wait, now. In preparation for fixing my car's flat tire, I set up a killer play list on my ipod and brought along two books. I had a fabulous time just sitting in the sun, reading, listening and waiting for five hours.

I headed out for dinner and ended up at BasilDocs, which I think is the best pizza in Denver. I never would have allotted the precious twenty minutes to wait for dinner during the semester. Now, I was free to just sit outside on the picnic benches, feeling the onda of summer and waiting.

At my yoga class, the instructor always says, "If you have time, feel free to stay in Chavasina as long as you'd like." This is usually about the time my heart starts racing, my mind starts making To-Do lists and I hop up and out as fast as I can. But today, I did have time to stay!

Hello Summer

I'm done! It still boggles my mind that I'm IN law school, let alone done with the first year.

I'd also especially like to thank the jerkface who took me out in Frisbee today. Serious knee contact to my flexed side leg muscles. It hurts. A lot. You jerk.

A taste of Spring

This was a pretty rough week a law school, so as soon as everything was over on Friday afternoon I zipped out to my favorite trail run right on the edge of the mountains. Wow, it's so beautiful and other-worldly. I love getting out there with just me, my little (literally - it's kid's size) CamelBack, and empty nature. But, not really empty: I saw snakes, rabbits, deer, all colors of wildflowers, lots of Spring coming into green, diorama-cotton clouds. I always feel like I'm a ten years old again getting lost for 3 hours before showing up for dinner, sweaty, dirty, starving and exhausted. It's so great! Nothing beats that feeling of being an hour's run into the mountains and away from my computer, cell phone, people and civilization as I know it, these days. I also realized just how out of shape I am for trail running right now. Smart mom reminded me to “Go easy.” I brought the camera along to slow me down and remind me to just be out there to just be. Have a looksie:







Lovely!

On another note - the lilacs are in bloom and it makes me nostalgic first for running down Keveney Lane from the bus stop to home (roughly 4-5 minutes when we were in elementary school) and passing by the lilacs around the curve. Sometimes we'd stop and pick some for mom. She'd pretend to like them and put them in a glass on the windowsill for a couple hours. It then makes me nostalgic for Lilac Sunday in Jamaica Plain. It's the one day of the year (on Mother's Day) when you can have a picnic in the Arboretum. I told Grandma about it a few years ago, thinking I was so hip and on-top of the Boston events scene. Her response? "Oh sure, I used to go to Lilac Sunday 50 years ago." Forever in awe of Grandma Marion!