It’s morning–clouds surround this house and cool mist dampens all. The Big of our lives float in my mind. What’s our connection to one another–what’s really going on here and where’s it all going to go? How does the Now shape what’s to come? Just tiny little seconds in an endless sea of time. Before, the space to think alluded me. Thoughts barreled down and ran into each other, frustrated, with nowhere to go. But now they soak in deeply, before releasing into the hills.
Days are spent outside creating and improving–nowhere to go and nowhere to be but right here with these dirty hands and feet. My mind focuses, my body sings–the sun breaks through the fog midday and warms me with energy. Tromps through the trails, I stretch myself with yoga on the wooden stairs, standing in stillness and quiet with these Redwoods, young giants.
And at night I receive the cold air with gratitude. There is warmth from a hot meal fresh from the garden, and from our shared existence here on Amigo Road.
Bundled up, I float into sleep with the forests quiet song.