All of a sudden
She found herself quite tired
So she sat down.
Why all the madness?
she thought to herself.
Do I do so much just to keep busy?
Do I do so much so I haven’t time to think?
What do I fear if I have time to think?
I might find peace.
Do I need to give myself permission to let it go?
Have I convinced myself that the only way is this way?
Is there more I have yet to discover because I keep looking back?
Keep walking back
Keep turning around and heading back
Do I keep looking ahead into the fog and muttering
There was nothing but time, of course
and a comfortable chair and a lovely steeping tea
a good book and a cat curled up on her lap.
There were pasts to leave behind and old memories and old habits and old
And there were futures and memories and friends and children and laughter
and everything that seemed so imperative just kind of drifted away
For she was quite tired, you see.
So she sat down to rest. and the birds sang. and the sun shone. and life went on.
We are moving to our dream house. This is the scene looking across the goat pens and chicken coop. It is breathtaking and inspiring.
We are so very tired, I’m afraid. We have been taking loads out to the new house every day along with our regular farmer’s markets, farm chores, and household chores, and fixing up the new house. I have great muscles I haven’t seen in some time and even though we are fatigued, we can see the end of the our current transition.
The end of this transition has been a long year full of more friend’s passings and animal losses (another friend and my favorite cat this week) and this year has been ever so arduous. It has been full of fantastic joys though as well. Like being able to watch Maryjane so much and having such a close little bond with her. Like finding the exact homestead we prayed for. Our son getting married, and our daughter graduating. Watching them all work and grow up and find their passions, healthy and beautiful children. The homestead angels that have come to our rescue out of the blue. Friends that have taken time to come help us paint. To help us move a load or two to the new house. To help us finish tasks that have us exhausted. To come teach us how to use our stove. Our friends are many and we are so blessed.
I am looking forward to being able to sit on this bench, perhaps with a cup of coffee and a writing book, or maybe a sketch book, and exhale. To look out upon this amazing canvas and breath in the beauty and rest quietly and whisper words of thanks.