Just Write {159}

October 28, 2014

There’s someone who decorated for Halloween by dressing up a home-made, ginormous, stuffed pillow-case-like doll. They put a shirt on it…her? Him?…and then they put underwear on it, but the unders are pulled down to about thigh length and this doll is sitting on a toilet, its jeans around its ankles.

Yes, this toilet is out in the yard. Yes, this doll is on the toilet. Yes, this doll has underwear pulled down.

No, I don’t know what this has to do with Halloween.

Yes, I find it hard to not be disturbed every single time I drive by going to and from home.

To each their own toilet decorations…

I would take a picture and put it in this post, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. It’s tempting, but also, it’s just too….weird.

I like how my friend Christa decorated for Halloween. She put a string of orange lights in her front porch. You can see them glow through the windows when you drive by, and it always makes me smile. Christa is not the sort to have a toilet or dolls in her front yard. She and her husband and daughters did have a house-warming party this past weekend though. There was a trampoline and a campfire in the yard. And people, who brought cozy-making foods like apple crisp and soup. The kids ran through the house and back to the trampoline. Sometimes they stopped to eat the rest of the brownie crumbs out of the bottom of the pan.

Then they came through and ate the rest of the ice cream right out of the container, with a big spoon.

House-warming parties are for the purpose of warming up a house you’ve moved into or built. But it turns out that the people you love, who come over, are the ones who end up getting warmed. By a welcoming, an ease, and the comforts of friendship.  I mean, if the house-warming is at Christa and Josh’s anyway. They are the warm type, and so is their home. I was inside and they were outside, mostly, on the patio and by the fire, but still the credit is due. They are the kind that make you want to stay, and so is their home.

It is a gift, to have warming friends who are honest, open, and welcoming. And then they are creative and smart and generous. This is how life pulls itself together to be good–because of the goodness of homes and hearts.

Let’s run to the safe places, friends. Let’s sit long and eat apple crisp with vanilla bean ice cream, laugh with people, and tell them stories. Then let’s listen to theirs.  Let’s think of this day as one big house-warming party, and give back.

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Just Write {158}

October 21, 2014

I looked up at the stars tonight, on a perfectly clear fall evening. Every constellation looks like a Dipper to me. Little or Big Dipper, I don’t know. I get distracted before I even take a closer look.

I see all the stars at once.

In college, I took Astronomy. Obviously, I didn’t learn much, or retained very little of it.

But there I stood, my neck bent with my face to the salt and peppered sky. For October in Minnesota, it has been warm, gorgeous. Not easy to describe at all. The last two days have been still and bright and crisp, with that nothing-like-it autumn smell in the air.

There was a walk in the woods the other day. Up a hill and to a fallen tree. There were pricklies on my sweater and stuck to my jeans. Some even got in my pocket. I pulled at them and then realized I didn’t care if they were there. Later they’d be evidence of a time that felt perfect, peaceful, serene, holy.

The only sounds were the rustling of leaves while a few squirrels hopped nearby, stopped to stare, hopped some more. One stood on its hind legs and held a big acorn to its mouth. It didn’t blink, stood frozen there, like a staring contest. Then off it went again, leaping from low branch to low branch, a bed of brown crisp leaves beneath, covering every inch of the ground. Those leaves were just the right blanket for us to sit on, leaning back on the trunk of a fallen tree, perfectly still and staring, like a contest.

Light cut through, the wind did not. If you can wear a sweatshirt and not be cold, or hot, in the sun…life is good.

This was a gift. I mean, the sweatshirt, yes, but simply the walk and the time to sit in the woods, to be quiet together. And then to get up and take the long way back on purpose. To follow a trail or not, walking slowly on purpose. To remember together and walk and talk ,or walk and not talk, and have either words or no words feel good and right.

We took a breath after weeks and maybe months of running, with our backs against a dead tree. Our souls sighed and hung out together, like they always have, despite time and distance and the reality of the separate lives we led. The ones that were just right for their time.

It’s impossible to see where connections begin, how they start, why they stay.

So tonight I looked up at the stars and thought about that. And even if the mystery of soul connection isn’t something I can make sense of, I take it in all at once, for its beauty.

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Just Write 157

October 14, 2014

This is the back corner of the coffee shop where I love to write. Jenna is coming soon. There is nothing like a friend who has known you since you were five. While I put the creamer in my dark roast, up front, a “Hi, Heather” came from behind me. I turned to see a high school teacher of mine, from all those years ago. I have no idea how so many of these people around this small hometown look the same. Hardly aged. Does Minnesota country air do something good for those that choose a healthy lifestyle? I’m pretty sure there’s something to that. Yesterday was a hard day. I don’t know, there’s just a lot of stress. And I stopped at Goodwill to look for more vintage for the walls at the Cre8tive Escape because our Grand Opening is this Thursday and oh yeah, no we’re totally not ready. Like that [...]

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October 9, 2014

I was driving along and paying close attention to how many leaves have fallen. Holy buckets, I thought. It happens so fast. And it was so gusty, so the leaves were swirling and whirling and even getting caught up in the air, sweeping circles above the minivan. It was like they were trying to fall back up to the branches. I was pulling a trailer with a lawn mower in it, because I am small town Minnesota, hear me roar. I was on my way to the Cre8tive Escape building, which everyone in my life, including me, lovingly calls, The Building. The lawn, it did need a’mowin’. And we have our Grand Opening in ONE WEEK and maybe mowing isn’t the highest priority for that, but it is a high priority for me because the renters at the building should have a nice place to come to work and create, not a marshy [...]

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