These past few weeks we have been blessed with many visitors; both chance encounters and planned visits with friends and family ~Long and casual visits over cups of coffee and glasses of wine, and fun communal hikes to quiet mountain lakes where our hoards of kids jump into icy waters and screech with glee.
This is the kind of fun that only summer can bring and it is so lovely.
One of my favorite moments so far, though, was an after dinner walk to watch the moon rise. On a stroll the night before, Dan and I had admired a spectacular moonrise over the mountains and so we suggested to our friends who were visiting from North Carolina that we go back to that same perfect spot to catch the magnificence again.
This is the spot.
If you are ever in Waterton Lakes National Park, do sit in these red chairs and admire a view that never ever gets old and will surely restore your faith that all is well.
We gathered in that spot, and waited.
And waited, and waited, and waited.
We hadn’t checked the moonrise times, nor did we realize that there can be such a great variance from night to night.
But we had promised our friends that it would be a spectacular full moon and we wanted to impress (as if the moon could possibly be our show to arrange) and so we waited some more.
We visited, and the kids threw stones in the lake as kids always do, and we shivered as the mountain air grew colder, and we jumped up and down to stay warm, and we walked up and down the shore of the lake, and we laughed and teased about how long it was taking, and we told jokes, and we got impatient, and then we waited on some more.
And then finally, eventually, this happened, as it has happened since the beginning of time and will forevermore.
And why don’t we think to look more often?
Because, oh gorgeous and radiant sun, you have everyone’s complete adoration,
but dare I say that You – magical, mystical, and wondrous moon,
you are the one that actually holds my heart,
You pull at me and retrieve me, you restore me, you comfort me, you return me to me.
again and again.
And so we all heartily agreed that she was more than worth the wait, and we clapped for her performance. Happily we stood there together and even sang every song we could think of that featured her, including my favourite moon song of all time.
Wider than a mile:
I’m crossin’ you in style
Old dream maker,
You heart breaker,
Wherever your goin’,
I’m goin’ your way…..
Off to see the world,
There’s such a lot of world
We’re after the same
Waitin’ round the bend,
My huckleberry friend,
And then, becoming more chilly and tired, we walked home.
Thank you, dear moon, you beautiful and enchanted thing.
Once again you have worked your magic.
the Kids’ Table
Another one of our summer delights has been the Netflix show ‘Chef’s Table’, a new series that provides an intimate look at the life and work of the world’s best chefs. This is a fascinating show that juxtaposes very different styles and personalities, but truly showcases inspired creativity and passion for food and excellence in general.
I could endlessly watch shows about food and creative pursuits of any kind, but even our kids have been quite riveted. So much so, that they felt excited about creating their own food extravaganza for their movie party last week.
Their culinary choices would not be considered healthy by anyone’s standards but their presentation certainly deserves high marks.
I highly recommend Chef’s Table. Dan, of course, loved the Italian chef –
‘Every time I open a cheese like this, I get emotional. In my blood, there’s balsamic vinegar. My muscles are made by Parmigiano’ Massimo Bottura,
and I was deeply heartened by the second chef, Dan Barber, who promotes farm to table eating and shows us that even though there are massive obstacles, it is entirely possible to re-think and make our relationship with food on this continent.
a quietly but surely hovering September
We all know it’s near. We can feel and sense the nearness of September and summer’s end. We are still basking in the sunshine, swimming and playing outside, going on trips, but our minds are beginning to re-organize and plan and strategize about how this fall is going to go.
The promise that I have made to myself, though, is this…
I will deeply enjoy these days and weeks, what is left of summer, but
I will resist stressing about the transitioning.
We will find ways to celebrate and welcome the shortening of the days, the slow but certain turning of the leaves, the preparations, the still leisurely time with family and friends.
And when I plan what this year will look like, I will pause and consider…
what fills my soul, our souls, where does my work want to focus, what keeps my family connected and at peace, what needs to be let go, what builds community,
and from these intents and understandings, I will find our priorities and the coming structure to our days.
The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
― Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
7 thoughts on “On the Moon, the Kids’ Table, and a quietly but surely hovering September”
Am loving all of this–moonrise with friends, movie night with such creative kids, good food, anticipation of Fall and all it brings. Loved this one, Karen!
Thanks Kay! you made my morning 🙂
Lovely, and again thought provoking
Thank you! 🙂
Miss you guys and I miss Waterton
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I love your writing ……..it reminds me how much I miss you in my life…. your talents and how much fun we had in the short time our lives connected. I look forward to your writing and a look into your wonderful family and life. Thanks Karen and never stop writing and loving life.
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Wow, Darryl! How absolutely wonderful to hear from you! I often wonder how you are and think back on the times we enjoyed. So very happy to know that we are still connected. I always admired your zest for life too!