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Family Reunion in Full Swing

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A cobble by itself is just a small stone, but when many of them lay together they create a path . My life is made up of many discrete parts. I have to find ways to fit them all into place so that I can continue to journey where I desire to go. This journal records some of the cobbles that create my path.

Family Reunion in Full Swing

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The cabin is filled with voices, song, clanking of toys, beeps of electronic games, and the shouts associated with a group game. Family reunion is in full swing. I was in charge this time. I assigned out meals and spend time quietly making sure that things are going smoothly. I did not create a schedule of activities. The only fixed points are meal times because people get cranky if not fed on a regular schedule. The point is to put us all in close proximity with lots of options for activities. It is fascinating to see how the cousins will sort themselves one way for a set of activities and then a different way later. In general they group themselves by age, but not always. I was quite charmed to see Link bracketed by Nephew9 and Nephew5 as they snuggled close to watch him play a game on a handheld computer. Link paused to talk about the game when they had questions. Gleek spent hours leading a game among the trees for eight younger cousins. When she was getting frustrated I called her over, not to scold her for yelling, but to compliment her for doing so well at a task which is inherently difficult. Kiki has spent hours doing a puzzle with my Aunt, playing Uno, and then going on various errands with aunts and uncles. Connections and memories are being made. In the process we define ourselves as a family. It is good.

I retreat from it sometimes. I stepped outside and spent twenty minutes in the company of a squirrel who was determined to eat all the sunflower seeds in the feeder. She was a very good photography subject. I got my camera mere inches from her nose, and still she kept on eating. Other folks joined me on the deck and the squirrel chewed away. She only left when Nephew15 shouted to deliberately frighten her. Then she levitated straight up, spun in the air, and I swear she did that cartoon move where she ran in the air for several leg rotations before vanishing down the tree trunk.

We have two more days. All is going well. And I have decided that retreating into blogging or internet reading is as valid a way for me to recharge as spending time with a greedy squirrel. I sort my day into words. Then I’m ready to collect more stories to tell.

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