my soul has been lost in daily toil, lost in this renovation that has taken up our whole lives, and the fable of the grasshopper and the ant comes to me, and i am glad we will have a warm, cozy beautiful home for the winter months, and it will all be worth it, and i try to enjoy the hours in building stores... but the stress of constant dust and dirt, the hours spent worrying over every decision that takes our energy in all the ways that energy manifests, is grueling, and between working the library and working the home, and finishing school and planning make-up classes and case studies, somewhere in there are dreams that i have at night, small moments of relaxation swinging in our yoga swing, yearnings and images of gentle streams and rivers, and knowing that soon we will be moving again, and all of this work will come to fruition this fall, a fall ripe fruit
today will be a slow day, with simpleness, gathering vines and leaves and berries to make harvest crowns, a quiet celebration of nature and the seasons and the magnitude of life coursing
one of my favorite sayings is "may your home reflect the energy of a thousands springs"
