this morning we walked again.
i get us out the door as fast as i can, but sure to have my coffee first. today the bean drew a treasure “mat” (god help you if you try to correct him on that one) right before we left and each child insisted on carrying a shovel. giant red plastic shovels that are their height.
i filled my water bottle.
i filled bean’s rice milk cup.
i filled the pea’s water bottle.
i put dog treats in my pocket.
did i forget to tell you that we kept castle james?
i needed to toughen up a bit as a dog mama.
he needed less freedom with which to get into trouble.
and in some way i can’t put words to – even though there are moments when he feels like just another being to take care of, manage, plan around and argh over – my heart knows him. my heart loves him. he shifts me in good ways.
like giving me a good excuse to pack up and head to the woods.
with the treasure mat. the shovels. the children. the angelpack lx. my sore hip. the homemade bug spray. a few hats. dog treats in my pocket. the short leash. the long rope leash. clean diapers. emergency snacks.
to one of my favorite local reservations where if you head down the trail to your right from the parking area you immediately hit the path that circles the small pond.
the small pond that today showed us the beauty of all the water lily’s in bloom.
the tuft of cloud reflecting off the glass still surface.
the peace of walking along pine needle cushioned paths.
the bean kept reminding me, “the mat says the treasure is up the hill.”
“the mat says we have to cross a fallen tree.”
“the mat says the treasure is this way!”
i joined in the fun of the hunt but i knew something else to be true.
for me the treasure was this.
the getting out.
the peace in my belly.
the treasure was enjoying.
still i said with awe when we reached the end of our loop, “it says on the mat, ‘look at the foot of the tallest tree at the top of the mountain and you will see two small rocks. one is for each child to take home for a treasure!'”
they whooped with joy and used their shovels to pick up one rock each.
we clamored back into the car to face the day. rich with treasure.