It not so much about accomplishments, although yes, I am proud of those: traveling abroad to study; passing the nightmarish German translation test for graduate school; completing my master's degree (a feat of hoop jumping more than anything); wrangling the paperwork of two countries to adopt my girl (massive hoop jumping and other leaps of faith); yoga teacher training (mind and body bending) to name a few.
There are the adventures - the wild leaps of daring and trust - that I am glad I followed even when everything in me screamed what are you thinking?!: river rafting with a healthy fear of falling overboard (a week in the wilderness, the husband oaring his own boat, our ten year anniversary trip - a bonding or breaking experience); Outward Bound in Joshua Tree National Park (no tents, sleeping outdoors with freezing temperatures, rock climbing and rappelling for the first time and only 2 pairs of undies for 1 sweaty/dirty week);
|from the vault: circa 1996 - look at that pack!|
traveling to the other side of the world to meet visit someone I'd only known online (New Zealand certainly being a bucket list destination and a dream come true); quitting my job with no real back up plan (having experienced life plotted, planned and executed I knew from experience that doesn't always work out); and the list goes on.
What I am reviewing is my list of 100 things I want to do this year. Do you make such lists? If you haven't you really should. The first 20 or so items are usually the epic ones like visit New Zealand or Create an Online Course but filling in spots 21 through 100 forces you to dig deep. Digging deep is when you are more likely to hit gold.
Skinny Dipping was on my list a few years ago. My Squam sisters can verify the accomplishment of this feat (and it is a night I can vividly recall and rejoice in.) Wearing more skirts has brought about subtle changes I haven't begun to plumb, but I know the costume has eased me into integrating my feminine self more fully. Sewing an Apron - well, I've made three! Snow sledding has opened up a side of mothering my girl is happy I've embraced.
This past weekend marked another feat of daring and adventure embraced and survived. Indeed, it involve much squeezing and singing along with slicing, rolling, and dreaming.
Inspired by Donkey Dream: A Love Story of Pie and Farm and compelled by our mutual passion for pie, Cowgirl and I baked our first fully homemade pie. Not just any pie, but Apple Pie for Dreamers (recipe by Katherine Dunn from Donkey Dream)
But before slicing the apples, hum or sing to them. It doesn't matter what song you choose. The slices will appreciate this kind gesture and it will lull them into a long sleep.
- Katherine Dunn, excerpt from Donkey Dream: A Love Story of Pie & Farm
It was one amazing pie.
It lasted only two meals (half a pie per three people with allowance for small slivers of pie for breakfast) but the memories will linger long after we licked the sweet cinnamon goodness from our fingers.
These are the moments I want to gather ... editing my bucket list to allow for more such activities, ones that are more than just photo-worthy, but filled with memories rich and nourishing ...
memories of singing to apples, fingers dusted with flour leaving their mark upon counter top, pie crust, a loved-ones cheek ... of tasting sweetness and knowing her hands helped ushering that goodness into our world and onto our plates; of long, lazy days spent laughing, creating, dancing, being.
Life sweet and savored ... every bite, every bit.
What might you add to your list?
we're thinking peach pie is next ...