Do you ever feel as though the second you vow to remain present, focus on the positive, and be more light hearted; the universe says, "Oh yeah?" I have decided to see that sarcastic reply as a challenge, one I intend to rise to (with the monumental help of my parents and a few solid venting sessions with my best friend).
With that in mind, I will not use this post to fill you all in on my personal struggles, but instead share a particularly bright moment, the kind I plan to savor come hell or high water.
For me that bright spot was thirty minutes spent alone, on the side of a quite road, picking the ripest, most delicious blackberries (the first of the season). I love foraging. Who doesn't love free, delicious, healthy food? And every time I needed to rest my arms, and lick the sweet juice from my fingers, I could simply turn and gaze at this view ...
I live in a remarkably beautiful place, that is if rolling hills of farmland and vineyards and oak trees are your kind of thing. They certainly are mine. I have had the luck and pleasure to live in many beautiful places (Santa Barbara, Siena, Seattle) but Sonoma County will always be home. And those vistas will never get old.
I came home with just enough berries to make a large and delicious crisp. My crisp topping comes from this book and has no fewer than 12 tablespoons of butter, so you know it's good. I shared it with my family (awesome parents included) and Jude and I ate the balance for breakfast the next morning.
Oh, and if you'd like to know a little more about me I filled out a fun questionnaire over on PlayDrMom, it's the ABC's of me!