Spring cometh - the end of a long winter.
Two years ago I was t-boned by a toyota SUV while cycling on Mercer Island. The rest of the year involved pain, frustration, and the inabililty to recover properly. I was also stressed out, adrenal depleted and otherwise “done” with my career at Microsoft. I quit in October 2006. About the time I was starting to feel good (end of November-ish) Michael got sick. Then sicker…. and sicker. By the end of December he had lost 30 pounds and we got the worst possible news. So went 2007.
The spring thaw is particularly special for me this year. It represents recaptured health, fresh hope, new dreams. A chance to plant seeds literally and figuratively. Who knew something simple like ordering plants for the garden could feel so meaningful?
West Seattle is a truly beautiful place. I found a Cafe Ladro coffee shop last week - a perfect 15 minute walk from my house. Some of the most stunning views of the Northwest and excellent house-gawking grace the hillside down to California street. For the most part, the houses are smaller to mid-size - restored beauties with sun porches, quaint archways, and wisteria vine. Terrifically charming! The neighborhood is a trove of tucked away green belts, walking trails, and secret stairways where streets appear to dead-end. I dusted my running shoes off and trussed out the dog with fancy new (& more humane) chest harness for a good long exploration.
We don’t run fast, more of a “wog”, as my friend Francesca likes to say, than a run. But we trot along fast enough to thaw some of my wintered-over anxiety. It hasn’t yet melted completely away, but we made a good start.

