i can tell you this.
i’d never hangout on the top of a mountain. that seems fraught with peril. i’d much rather a small cabin tucked into a nook for safekeeping, with herbs hanging from the rafters and birds that are my friends and some predators that have adopted me and protect me while i sleep.
visitors get to sleep by the fire.
so thats one thing. one thing of all the things i could tell you . so many.
when i went out to clean the chicken coop i discovered one of my hens had died in the night. and its possible she was bonked to death by the several roosters (4) that i have. but i am sad. and after disposing of her in respectful ways, i didn’t really feel like diving into chicken poop anymore. so the wild springclean has slipped down the list.
but i’ve torn the plastic off a single window and opened it. ( i am not willing to commit to the plastic-free windows til we are past the frost date because sheesh, frosty toes are bad.)
i was barefoot today.
Still am.
Another thing is this:
I’m lonely, true. But I am so happy that I am not dead, and that I am not still struggling to find my way in that relationship.
Another thing is this: even with a jackass for president, the world is still indescribably beautiful, and we should all be working for peace in the whole of it.
If this means shunning gun manufacturers or right wingers who think hurting someone is okay, then i’m allright with the shun. both the silent and the vociferous.
Let’s find out who they are. yeah?
and another thing: i have organized three whole bookshelves for myself. and this, in a room that once held all the books of the world, three, for me. only me. all my books. well, hells bells, not all. but comeon, i’m making a point. there is Poetry, there is ART, there is serious fiction and then there is fantasy fiction, because i love a good swashbuckle with magic, and maybe a dwarf.
its kind of thrilling. and it felt really nice to do for myself. amidst the dozen popup books, and the christmas collection and the riordans and the nonfictions, there they sit… my three shelves… the kids won’t even notice, but that was my saturday gift to myself. a little mom in the mayhem.
Maybe not trekking up to the top of the mountain will give peace to the seekers. That would be nice. I can make soup? Come visit.
