{"id":616,"date":"2014-09-15T07:58:00","date_gmt":"2014-09-15T11:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=616"},"modified":"2014-09-15T10:28:00","modified_gmt":"2014-09-15T14:28:00","slug":"reclaiming-joy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/reclaiming-joy\/","title":{"rendered":"Reclaiming Joy"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"In<\/a>\u201cWe\u2019re comin\u2019 over to your place with some wine,\u201d the friends I\u2019d just left phoned as I pulled into my dark driveway.
\n\u201cBut, uh \u2026 \u201d I sputtered.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re almost there. Bye.\u201d There was just enough time to pull out five wine glasses.<\/p>\n

\u201cGot any matches?\u201d someone asked when the wine was poured. They gathered up their glasses and newspapers, found an old log, and made a campfire on the deck. The deck that once housed skunks; the deck that last year harbored a fox family and earlier this year was home to snakes. Squirrels and chipmunks scamper about daily on this deck, undaunted by the barking dog<\/a>. The past week the dog, my son, and I watched woodchucks and raccoons dart underneath.<\/p>\n

This year I\u2019d only lingered outside my house briefly a few times to listen to coyotes and frogs or to photograph 2014\u2019s super-moons reflected in the pond. In the three years since my daughter died, and the three summers in and out of hospitals before that, I had stopped reading and watching stars on the deck. So wild creatures found it a peaceful spot<\/a>.<\/p>\n

But on this night, between my son grilling his hamburgers, the prowling dog, and the friends<\/a> stomping on the planks, raising flames and wildly whooping it up as they washed down the wine, on this first campfire of the year we took back the deck.<\/p>\n

After, I went to bed with my hair smelling of smoke and slept through the night.\"The<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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