Tag: life
Come stroll through the gardens…
…and I’ll share with you some of what’s been tugging at me lately. Those who know me well might have over the years deemed me a bit… oh, shall we say.. restless. I’ve worn many hats and have managed to pursue some interesting and creative endeavors. My jobs outside the home have varied greatly but none are what you would call a bonafide career. I have several talents, but am the master of none. I know all too well what it feels like to be cooped up in a windowless office on a beautiful summer day. And I know the dread of having to meet a deadline… still have those dreams… even the missing homework dreams! I bet you know the ones.
I know what it takes to be a single working mom with a child in daycare, and a stay-at-home mom who’s social life revolves around the grocery store, sticky cheerios, legos, dirty diapers, pooper scoopers and plastic wading pools. I’m intimately familiar with the wonders and woes of owning your own business, of blending well and not so well with another in a partnership. I know the joy of success and the sting of failure.
What I NEVER knew was that all along, no matter what I was doing or not doing… who I was pleasing or not pleasing… as long as I was doing my best, doing what I felt was right, taking care of what needed tending and being kind whenever possible…- being the best me I am capable of being – … It has always been.. ENOUGH. Even now, as I find myself without a specific Job Title or an impressive long career at the age of 47…with no little ones requiring my full attention 24-7 and no clock to punch… I’m not sure what I will be next. And you know.. I think I’m really OK with that.. with all of it.
no apologies, full acceptance.
how can we expect anyone else to believe it?
Where do you go…..
Determined
Barn swallows are a determined lot… we’ve had them nest in all three of the barns we’ve had over the past 24 years. Barn rafters make natural sense… they are out of the way of traffic up in the eaves, they can come and go as they please through the big open barn doors.. and there are plenty of bugs just below them and out in the paddocks. For some reason, at This Old House.. they’ve chosen the kitchen slider porch instead of the barn, where there is heavy pedestrian traffic. The dogs sit right underneath them! I don’t get it. However.. I’m enjoying the process. Type A husband is trying real hard to ignore the mess underneath the commotion.
I think anyone listening to this will feel uplifted…the soul stirred..
…will feel like they are truly home.
The Graduate
Inside Outside and a Me Me about You
I got the message…
Good Morning!
Grow
Glorious Weather
h, the feel of being out in the warm spring air…