Life throws pies. Some are filled with shit and some whipped cream but the truth is, no matter what the pie’s filled with, getting hit in the face with one is no fun.
Today life hit me with a pie. I’m not going to talk about that though. What I’m here to honor are the good things, the little beauties that show up in every moment.
Seeds. We are all familiar with all of the seed metaphors. I won’t bore you further. Seeds are good and honorable and kind. I love seeds. Seeds are not pies.
A husband who can fix and build stuff. This beautiful thing is not to be underrated. Getting the scent of 11 chicks out of our house and into the newly refurbished, old rabbit hutch is not a pie. It is a blessing. The chicks are safe, warm and have more room. Our house no longer smells like chicken
Pets are wondrous. As annoying as that dog laying on my feet can be, I would not trade the loyalty and love of them for anything. As weird as it can be to walk to the bottom of the hill and have 6 cats coming at me, each from a different direction and at a different speed, I wouldn’t trade that feeling of ‘Oh no! Is this an alien abduction?’ The horses smell like hay and molasses and sweat. I realize that there are those of you who think that is a nasty odor but that’s your pie. For me and mine, that smell is peace.
Bees. A beehive is like a brain, humming with activity, constantly communicating, with little pieces flying here and there and only collecting at night to rest. I love sitting with the bees and watching them come and go. I love their calm and order.
Children. These are the biggest, most wonderful blessing of all. Children are incredible gifts to those of us fortunate enough to have them. Adult children, teenagers, babies, toddlers, soft-spoken little girls, wild little boys, passionate kids, empathetic kids…I can never figure out people who talk about how much they dislike their children but those are their pies.
Life. The blood pulsing, heart throb, headache of life. The jolt and nerve and buzz of Spring and then the hot slide into summer. I cleave to this, life, pies and all.