friday afternoon snacking (a rare cheese treat) on my great-grandmother's sewing table (do you see the yardstick measurements?)
For the first time since I was 13 years old, I am not involved in volunteer work. For the first time ever, ever, I do not have a pet under my care. (I picked up Henry's ashes yesterday). My four children are long gone from our home. I find myself in this very odd, disconnected place.
Recently, Batman and I have put most of our possessions into storage and we have moved downstairs to two rooms (back bedroom and sewing studio) in our finished basement and utility room. After this weekend, we will be cooking outdoors or on a one burner hot plate. Our bathroom sink will also be where we wash vegetables from our gardens and dishes, of course.
We half jokingly call this our "monastic phase". What we are really doing is manifesting a dream. Our dream of creating a snug and cozy home where we can welcome friends and family, process the bounty from our gardens and launch ourselves into the next chapter of our lives.
Right now, in our side yard, our new second floor has been build. In a few weeks, our roof will be torn off, and the second story will be lifted by crane and set gently on top of this funky little cabin. The interior walls of the main floor will be torn down, creating our long-dreamed of living/dining/ kitchen space...all melting into one another...because that is how we love to live. Oh, and the new windows will invite our gorgeous view right into our home. Can you imagine?
I already have ideas about where to put my volunteer energies, how to jump into the next chapter of my creative life and how to open our home to others.
But for right now, as my brother Nelson says, I will just "be". And that will be enough.
Happy weekend, friends. xo