Went out into the garden.
A run-away hen. Picked her up and lifted her into the coop confinement.
Sun shining brightly. Deep blue sky.
A crispness to the air, typical of the early fall weather.
Apples ripening on the trees.
Some of the leaves of the trees in the garden starting to turn. The mulberry tree in particular, gorgeous yellow-colored leaves.
Spot the last rose in bloom. Cradle its velvety petals in my hands. Pull it towards my face. Inhale deeply, slowly closing my eyes, just drinking it in.
Realize something important.
I miss me.
I’ve been unusually (for me) occupied with work and travels for the past several weeks. Somewhere along the line of these past few years, I’ve gotten used to hanging out much more just with myself, being able to control my own schedule to a larger extent. So after these past weeks, I miss me.
Luckily, tomorrow is my day! Beginning this fall, I’ve set aside a day a week in my calendar that is my day. To do with what I want. If I want to work, I work. If I want to read a book, I read a book. If I want to take a dance walk, I take a dance walk. I make a deliberate attempt to not book any meetings on my days, unless it’s something I really want to do. If I want to… well, I’m sure you get the picture by now.
I so look forward to connecting with myself tomorrow.
Have you ever felt the same? Missing yourself?
Samifix, our sweet little Samifix, with failing kidneys and a birth defect in his hip bone (causing his hind legs to hang on via muscles only, the sockets and thigh bones were not connected) starting to cause him trouble, so I googled and found a local veterinarian who makes house calls. I made the appointment last weekend, and today was the day.
It felt good, even though it was sad, to have him fall asleep, lying in my lap surrounded by loved ones, in a safe environment. But oh, how I miss him, already!
Now he rests underneath the red currant bush, which is a spot he chose himself. This past month, that’s where we’ve often found him, making a little nest for himself in the tall grass. That’s where he was lying this morning after hubby let him out, resting comfortably in the garden. When I got up from bed, I spotted him and snapped the image below. This is the spot where he will rest, eternally.
Thank you for choosing us as your human family.
You will be missed and remembered, forever in our hearts.
Rest in peace, sweet Samifix.
So, yesterday the Create the impossible-course ran it’s final and ninetieth day…. but surely no one actually believed I’d call it quits there, right? Oh no, I won’t quit, not until I have my sh*t together in all ways. I’ve had so much fun doing these 90 days, and I intend to keep having fun. In the physical house just two rooms remain, digitally I have more to do to come all the way, but I’ll get there. One day at a time.
Day 90 + 1 of #cleanse4expansion – because seriously, you didn’t think I’d stop just because the Create the impossible-course ended, did you? I’m not done yet, so, #cleanse4expansion will continue. I might do it a bit differently, who knows. One thing I’ve already decided is to have wider borders on what I deem to be included in my project, like today when I’ve been working in the garden for hours, that will count as well. In a bikini top (and jeans, not just a bikini top, I promise) no less, because it’s been summer like outside today!
The day started off in a great way though, with a FB-message from a friend asking the price of the desk I posted about yesterday. And as it so happened, it was a perfect fit for them, they were moving today, had room for an office and the movers even came to…
At Tender Greens, Santa Monica, they had these pictures on the wall, with the most profound messages. I’m gonna share them with you because I think they are worthy of being shared, each and every one. They are of the same quality as the Tender Greens food is, if you ever have a chance to try it, do!
This has been said in many ways, shapes and forms, by people all over the world. What did Voltaire have Candide say?