Today I realized that things in my life are really good right now.
Part of this realization is a continuing dawning of just how closely my moods are tied to the weather and the seasons. Part of this is the fact that being back on the land of my ancestors, in the home of my grandfather, the place where my heart rings like banjo strings, is necessary for me to be happy. There are other components, my husband and I are experiencing a very sweet spot in our marriage. My older daughter is at home more than she has been in years and though she’s making noises and plans for flying out of the nest, I’m enjoying every minute that she’s nestled in.
On Monday, Labor Day, I sat in the back yard and read, watched the water, listened to Mark cuss his truck. I petted several cats, photographed the marsh birds and tried to catch the Osprey on my digital, without success. There is a bucket of tomatoes in the kitchen that I need to can. Our bedroom is a shambles and our bathroom nonexistent. But Payday’s stall is clean. My husband loves me and I love him. I know what we’re doing this year in homeschool and who my friends are.
Each day I walk outside and I breathe. There is something indescribable about the feel, smell, texture of home to those who don’t understand it, but it can be caught in a breath, touched with the tender souls of one’s feet, heard in the keeee of raptor from high up in a pine. There is sky and there is water…
great blue heron
and every day there are birds.