I do some of my best thinking while making necklines.
Some have been critical of my decision to take this sabbatical in the woods. They
ask when I’m going to stop “hiding out in Michigan,” or offer (mostly unsolicited) advice and suggest gently that I consider if I am “running away.”
What they don’t know is that I have been running away from myself for the last ten years, searching for peace outside of myself: through a marriage that didn’t work, through a job that didn’t last, through pretending to be something I am not.
Here in this cabin, I am no longer “hiding out.” I am authentic. I am more completely and contentedly my self here than anywhere. I have little, and yet, I feel more grateful and satisfied with my life than I ever did when I was climbing some proverbial corporate ladder. When you strip away the clutter, gluttony and overabundance of life in America in 2012, you see the beauty and grace in simplicity. The less I have, the more complete I feel.
But, what I miss the most – what hurts the most – is the space between my two girls and me.
Last night, while weaving the black six millimeter poly rope into the small “O” shaped tethers that will attach to 10 of my best friend’s collars on the gangline, I thought about my children. My human children.
In June of 1999, I spent most of my days (and nights, it seems) walking the floors of my apartment on the backside of the Teton Range in Victor, Idaho with an intolerant, wailing infant Sophie. I sometimes held her to my breast for hours just to have some quiet from her incessant crying.
My Sophie Queen is now 13 1/2 and has blossomed overnight into a beautiful young woman who I am proud of. She is funny, sensible, smart and beautiful.
|Sophie's summer portrait, 2012|
In May of 2004, Elise was born, and she's always been my spunky, fiery little strawberry blond. My girls are totally different, but both beautiful and make me proud.
|Elise's fall portrait 2012|
I am a lot of things, including a mother. Why is it sometimes the things we are conflict with one another?
Sometimes it is necessary to heal ourselves before we can be good parents, role models, and providers.
I pray every night that God keeps my girls safe and happy while I am away. I do not take this time lightly. I am using it to get strong, realign my soul with my life, and come clean from ten years of running. Stopping here in this cabin in the woods, I am cracked open by God’s grace, and have come clean from pretense.
Those who criticize or judge I have no use for. Be my friend, or be nothing at all.
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Today is ridiculously warm. The sun emerged from its nest of clouds and warmed us up to 62 whopping degrees. It’s been a lazy Sunday. I spent time sitting out in the dog yard beside each dog singing to and loving on them and relaxing in the mild temperatures.
|Nova play bowing with me|
We did a hard, slow run on Friday and the dogs felt it the next day. Tomorrow we're back on the trail.
With love from the U.P. - I miss my girls! Love you Sophie and Elise!