My kitchen is under construction. For the better. It’s getting a pretty new floor. Buh-bye carpet!
My office is a wreck. For the better. It’s getting filed and sorted and zen-ified. Buh-bye chaos!
My brain is full. For the better. I am looking forward, looking up, planning, scheming, loving, laughing, dancing, living, being. Buh-bye sleep!
This site is under construction. For the better. It needs love.
So forgive the dust. I will return with regular posts after I spend much-needed time upgrading, tweaking, and coding.
When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings…As if unable to organize and control my life, I seek to exert this on the world of objects.
Anais Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin
And then I stare at the green glowing eyes of my perching cat and chuckle it all away.
There is an ancient oak tree in my back yard.
At its base, it looks to be over four feet in diameter.
Six or seven feet up, there’s a hole.Â A hole, if it were slightly bigger, that would prompt me to look about for a large toadstool and place my rump upon it in hopes it would be so hot that I would just know the lost boys were down there cooking their supper.
Today, in that hole, was a squirrel.
Rooting around for grubs and nuts no doubt.
It made me realize that until today, I had never witnessed in real life, that quintessential image that fills the illustrated pages of children’s books:Â A squirrel peaking out from the hole of a large tree.
I’m not sure I realized that it was an image that happened in real life.Â Just in folk tale pictures.Â But there it was, out my window.
Next, I expect I’ll see a fairy living in my birch tree ring.