Friday, July 4, 2014

The Two Roads Project: Sun


Sarah (left): Allow me the indulgence of waxing poetic, for a moment. I want to run away with summer. Forget the forbidding cold of winter, pretend there is nothing but the sweet, pervasive smell of fresh flowers, wafting in my open window on a gentle breeze. My senses are alive with the intake of sunscreen smell, cherry popsicle taste, gentle reggae tunes, holding a cold glass of water, observing my world from behind oversized sunglasses. I tell myself there is only now, only this time of year when flip-flops and a maxi dress are suitable attire for any occasion, my golden skin the perfect compliment to every ensemble. My writing comes alive, I devour book after book, and I feel like the most present mother when I take my kids to parks with healthy snacks of fresh fruit in our beach bag. This is me at my best, greedily drinking the marrow from each day's bone, until it is sucked dry and brittle (much like my hair after my daily salt water swim). The sun: I worship at its altar. We rotate around it, getting close as we can this calendar year. I am seeing where its light reaches, in all the nooks and crannies of God's green earth. 

Johanna (right): These are the days where the sun is the highest and strongest in the North. 
For months we barely see the sun, and it is often too cold to go out and take any of it in. But now, right now, in the thick of the summer, I am soaking it all up. 
The sun does funny things up North. I find myself still awake at midnight, looking out at the sky that is just beginning to turn to dusk. But it gives me that energy to keep going. To take it all in.
The warm dry heat on my face as I walk along on my daily walks. The Aspen leaves whispering in the wind. The faint smell of wild roses, labrador tea, moss and spruce.
I cherish it and want to be outside all of the time. 

The well-known poem by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken ends, "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
Two women, who became friends via the magic of the Internet, were both living life on roads less traveled by. Circumstance had them both live in Whitehorse for a short time, where they became best friends. Life's map has them currently in differing geographic locations, but their connection and camaraderie continue as they continue on paths of motherhood, friendship, creativity and discovery. The Two Roads Project is our effort to reconnect with each other and our inner artists on a weekly basis, each Friday. (Or thereabouts. We don't always know which day of the week it is).
Johanna writes here.  

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