Well, here we are. Thanksgiving is done. Other than 15 more pounds of turkey of course. Also, of course, there's been a revolving door of kids around due to Rhia being home so food goes much quicker LOL. We had a large fire last night so the smell of smoke still lingers in the air. It feels like the first time we've been home alone for days. Cory's upstairs playing the guitar and singing, Rhia randomly joins in from the living room, Barry's putzing around the yard and I just got out of the shower and am deciding which direction to go in. Everywhere I look there is some work to be done but I don't feel any great pressure to do it. So I blog.
Home. aka Sanctuary. The place where occasionally you look around and realize your past, your present and your future. What's real. What's important. The place where you can exhale.
Sometimes life feels so hurried. I tend to feel like I have to do this so I can do that which will make this happen so I won't have to have that happen. You know. Every now and then I get a moment where I don't have to do anything. And then it's impossible to decide. Well, if I don't have to do anything, what would I do? It's perplexing.
Feels like in a perfect world, if you could do whatever you wanted to do without consequence, you would just sit and eat and drink and laugh and love. Which is what I do. Well except there are consequences. Sigh. So then the shoulds come in.
I should exercise.
I should eat better.
I should meditate.
I should get my work done.
I should clean up the kitchen.
I should think of something for dinner and go get it and make it.
I should finish the Christmas decorating.
I should, I should, I should.
So Rhia and I watch the birds. And wander around. And I go to the windows where Barry is working and make faces at him. ........
So... yeah... we just slithered on the ground and hid behind the wall to the window he was working on and waiting an interminable time for him to get involved in his task so we could jump up and SCARE HIM!!!! Only it didn't. So dejectedly, we walk away.
And yes. This is what we choose to do with our time....
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You are a little weird, but I love you anyway.
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