Mt. Baker

This is my picture, we’re up at Mt. Baker in Whatcom County, WA.  You’re looking down at a glacier stream.  I spent a few hours with my dear friends carefully traversing over snow pack that was melting, but not enough to open the rest of the area before winter’s approach.  We got to experience the quick weather changes, it went from really cold to warm in a matter of minutes.  We carefully went to one of the many waterfalls that were carrying the melting snow pack to the streams and rivers below.  And that crisp mountain air filled my lungs and gave my heart a little boost.  I love snow.

Remember when the world was new

I saw a friend’s picture of her daughter’s first grade class.  It was the official school picture, you know, the ones with the teacher standing to the side and all the kids are lined up by height in rows.  Except in this picture, the teachers allowed them to make the silliest faces, just brilliant.  It’s more than adorable.  And it just reminded me of what it was like to have the school picture taken.  And that my mom would spend time ordering the pictures.  And that it was a big deal to give one of your pictures to someone, like Grandma and Grandpa.  To get dressed up and make sure that your hair was right because who knew that your hair could actually be wrong?  And wearing your favorite pink shirt was awesome even though it may have been a size too small and stained by chocolate pudding.  Who cares, I’m wearing my pink shirt!  And just how big a deal it all was.
It reminds me of how happy I was as a kid.  How exciting it all was.  What I had for lunch, did we get to play a new game today, what happened on the bus ride home and we were going to go on a field trip to the fish hatchery!  Everything was so exciting.
It reminds me that once, I was very excited about life.  And I still can be.  Can I begin again?  Tasting raindrops, feeling the wind on my face, smelling the ocean, getting all dressed up to go to THE MALL, going to see a movie, writing a poem, petting my cat.  Not just getting excited about one thing, but all things.  Experiencing the taste of life.  It’s all we have.  And once, it was everything.