Autumn is my season. Hands down it’s when I feel most me. The colors, the food, the way the air smells, getting under down comforters, snuggling with my dogs on chilly mornings, pulling my sweaters out of the closet! I could live in a cool, crisp, light breeze, blue bird sky kind of place year round, forever. Oh wait, that’s New Zealand! Why oh why did we ever leave our little house in Akaroa? I question that all of the time! It was living in bliss everyday.
I have many memories from our little house on Rue Viard, but what fills my heart were all of our gatherings. Gatherings of friends, family, strangers, and folks just dropping by. All of this great energy was in the right place at the right time.
I’ve celebrated Thanksgiving in Mexico, Antarctica, Greece, France, and New Zealand. But one of the best Thanksgivings we ever had was in this little house. Yes, I am fully aware that New Zealand does not celebrate America’s Thanksgiving, however, why not! Friends from America, Antarctica, Thailand, Hong Kong, India, England, and New Zealand all showed up. And all of our friends stayed at our home, bunk beds galore, and a nice little wood burning stove!
Everyone got into it, everyone chipped in with their own ideas of what they wanted to do to show thanks. It was a true blending of everything great and wonderful. Between all of us, we dug a pit and slow cooked two huge salmon, picked wild flowers, set a gorgeous long table in the yard, bought homemade wine from a neighbor, whiskey from the small market, played ultimate frisbee, baked bread, made pies, cooked yummy dishes all day … and then sat outside under the stars until the wee hours, eating, talking, drinking, laughing, and sharing our thanks for each other. I can still smell that night all these years later, remember the laughter, feel the love in the air. It was perfect!
Now here I am, almost sixteen years later, living in Montana. I have found my bliss here, thru my children, my dogs, Spore, and my home. It’s a different kind of bliss, more grounded, more mature, a throwing out the tap root of sorts, a deeper sense of love, or getting there at least! And seeing as we usually have a spectacular Fall, an eight month winter, and gorgeous sky’s, I think we have landed in a good place. Watching my children and dogs grow up in the mountains has filled my heart beyond words.
I am grateful for the life I have, for the bliss I have experienced, and for the people I have met along the way. I am rich with love from my dogs and children. Spore and I have been together eighteen years now. What we have created together, and what we are creating together, feels right. Knowing this love surrounds me, well again, it’s beyond words.
Thankful for my life and my family … Nancy … Happy Thanksgiving to you all!