New Beginnings
Well my sister today is nine days overdue to bring a beautiful child into his world… it is also my birthday. I am hoping to have a peaceful day. Life has been very hectic and full these last two months with a move on March 3rd and working a lot. There has been much activity at my new house, a new fence being built, sinks being installed, and I have not felt like I have had much privacy. I have enjoyed working on my new story “The Drive”, and have been savoring quiet evenings at home. It is quite an adjustment to begin a life in a new home, but also full of opportunity for growth and change.
The mist is sitting heavy in the valley, with uplifting beautiful blue sky shimmering behind a sheer cloak above. The grass has been mowed twice, and trees are pushing forth new growth with many bushes, plums, forsythias, and daffodils all a bloom. I have sustained health and wellness in my mind and body with surprising success over this last month. A few days spent manic, rising at 4:00 am and continuing to haul many boxes after the move and two day marathon to clean, paint and restore the house we have moved into, I required medication assistance to relax and return to normal. I suffered exhaustion and fatigue for several days after the move, and did the past-house clean, most of the unpacking, and got rid of the excess furniture myself as Steve fell down hard with the Flu. I started a writing class and worked extra days the last couple of weeks. I still have yet to put in my garden, organize my shed, and unpack a few remaining boxes….but today I will relax. I plan to be alone, write, and savor the friendship and support that my animals pour out to me as I put so much care towards making their lives cared for. I plan to sit still and revel in the beauty of the spring day that is bursting forth around me in sound, color, smell, and vista.
The mist has lifted and shifted as I have been writing, and I can see past the planted daffodils and garden fence of my mother’s, across the field and to a patch of evergreens off in the distance. One small tuft of fog remains, and it is reminding me of the lucidity of life. I watch it work its way up the conifer backdrop and begin to blend with the air that is still and moist. I am grateful to be born, I am grateful for the birth that is on its way, and I am grateful for someday passing from this world, having seen, touched and experienced all that I have. I am grateful.