As you can see, my couch was delivered today by two charming young men who happily carried the old one into the barn where I covered it with drop sheets. And there it is. I adore the colour – 100% pleased with it. And the service was wonderful.
And that’s just one thing in my busy day that started, predictably – at 5.40 a.m. Well – that’s 10 minutes later than yesterday. It’s a small victory.
I cleaned this morning – and that included mopping the floors. A dark shiny wood floor with a yellow shedding Labrador is an interesting combination. I’m keeping it down to a dull roar.
And then I decided to check the garden for edibles. Instead, I came back with fistfuls of flowers to distribute around the place. It feels good. It’s beautiful and the beauty is a delight.
And then, I tackled the overgrown Virginia Creeper and the rose and the weedy garden and tore stuff out everywhere. I mean, it was climbing up the stairs and you could hardly get by. I felt a bit like Sleeping Beauty – you know – the prince had to hack through the thorns to get to her. Yeah – I did this before the furniture guys arrived. They would totally have had to chainsaw their way up the stairs.
I got rid of three heaping wheelbarrow loads of stuff and it does look so much better.
And Helen, my Hoffman Process teacher called and we checked in and chatted for almost half an hour – which was wonderful.
And I submitted an article to two magazines. (I know – I was into over-achievement today – this is what happens when you get up at 5.40 a.m.)
Abby and I had two walks – I took the first few steps on my learning curve of the new camera – more to do but getting there.
Abby jumped into the mud – three times. She found mud in three different places.
Yup – I remember now how often (when I lived here previously) I had to hose her down and dry her. I already have one very wet and muddy towel hanging on the clothes line.
But beyond all that, I took time – and will continue to take time – to be, to quiet down, to be in touch with myself, my emotions, my spirit. I had tears twice today – and love.
I felt the sadness over Simon – the loss – the missing him – the love I hold for him. This is a loss. I have gained much and lost much. And love – those big trees in Hemer Park – the ancient ones. I wrapped them in my arms, felt their hearts beat and felt their deep, grounded peace invade me.