I find myself wanting to pinch myself lately. I am experiencing life like I haven’t since childhood, not stateside anyway. I have built-in tinker time almost on the daily. This is time to ponder, to straighten up, to organize, to weed, to contemplate, to play, to move furniture, to walk around my house and simply take it all in. Thursday I even spent a whole day at a state park with a dear friend. We packed provisions and spent the afternoon resting on blankets under the big blue sky. We felt the warm wind of the last days of summer and we listened to it blow through the leaves of giant trees. I vacillate between gushing gratitude to the universe (mostly) and succumbing to nagging ancient guilt that speaks up now and again to challenge me,
who do you think you are, barefoot and playing with plants, sitting and sipping tea …isn’t there something you should be doing? producing? achieving? Continue reading Intention and the fall equinox