Monday, September 28, 2015
Day four of our pond escapades and it's starting to get real. When it was first dug Hubby seemed disappointed citing that it seemed smaller than he'd imagined. I got him to drop down into the hole and picture himself swimming in it. Low and behold, it seemed larger than he'd expected. Funny what a change of perspective can do.
Meandering home after work on country roads lined with corn fields, haystacks and grazing farm animals to my place of peace is a dream turned reality. The ride home is decompressing time; reflecting time; singing time (tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel and maybe a little head bobbing). And these days my prize at the end of the day is seeing the progress made on the pond, and each day, the progress is astounding.
I find myself settling into our rural life. The house is starting to feel like a comfy worn slipper - familiar and cosy. And we are all adapting to the new rhythms and routines of our family. My one hour commute is time to connect with my dad and sisters (all up before 7 am). Thursdays are reserved for dinner at Dad and Mama T's and on weekends we try to connect with some faction of the fam. We are all looking forward to sharing Thanksgiving together as most of the kids can make it. We'll all be together and the chatter and clatter will ring throughout the house. Hubby's side of the family are also having Thanksgiving with us here. Doubly blessed. Houseful of love. So much to be grateful for. And I am.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Optimism is like a burning ember that just won't die; and if fanned, can ignite into possibility.
Life is unfolding as it should; the detours and bumpy roads are necessary to teach us most what we need to learn.
At the end of the day; in my final days, it will be the connections I have made and the relationships I have nurtured that will matter; that will be my legacy.
Authentic friendships can cocoon you in unconditional love and unyielding support, without the need of an ask, when you need it most.
We teach people how to treat us.
The most important rule to live by is "do unto others, as you would have them do unto you".
That which I treasure most, and is a rare commodity, is time with my family, especially with my three precious treasures.
A house, regardless how beautiful or majestic, is simply wood and stone until it is welcoming, and love and laughter permeates the walls, and memories are made.
This I know to be true...
That this physical, earthly life I am living is my theatre to play out that which I must in order to experience, learn, be tested and evolve to my highest, best possible version of myself.
This I know to be true...
I have so much to learn.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
After only one day, the outline of the swimming area was defined and a shallow hole was dug. Day two revealed much more progress and we could visualize the final product. Hubby worried that it all looked a little smaller than he expected, but when he ventured down into the hole, he brightened up. We will skate before we ever swim on it... and we have to trust that our landscapers know what they are doing. I can't wait for the final product... beautiful plants surrounding a luscious swimming pond and me sitting on the end of the dock dangling my feet in the cool water.
The vision is ours to ponder - and ponder it we will; and along the way, we will be grateful for the blessings in our life.
|Day 2 landscape|
Monday, September 14, 2015
|Last summer fling|
But in the meantime we will have to dig out our tall rubber boots and be prepared to navigate the muddy mess that will be ours on the journey to our landscape wonder. No pain - no gain.
This weekend Hubby made some amazing progress on the painting, with the help of his bestie. The livingroom that was shrouded in early dungeonesque decor has been transported from dark and dingy to lightness and bright! There is still much to do, and in the coming months I will remind myself to cherish each and every moment. I am easing into wonderful, and for that - I couldn't be more grateful.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
After two weeks off to enjoy Lyndsay's wedding, and get moved and unpacked in our new home, the vacation ended and I returned to work. Not gonna lie... it wasn't easy to get up at the crack of dawn and leave the comfort and beauty of the country. But surprisingly, the one hour commute flew by with little effort as I eased myself into the vistas of grazing horses and sweeping cornfields.
It seemed like a lifetime that I'd been away from the office, and the signs were evident: a heartwarming welcome back poem on my office door - and the other not-so-nice reminder -- the aged banana left on my credenza. YUCK!
Yup -- all signs point to -- the vacation's over!
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
But it was all worth it.
As I packed my life into tidy little boxes I resisted the urge to revisit memories of what was, avoiding the emotional upheaval that comes with leaving a home of almost twenty-eight years. The empty rooms echoed with the laughter and chatter of little girls and countless famjams, and shadows of heartbreak still remained. But I couldn't help but smile as I excavated precious treasures -- baby teeth left behind by a forgetful Tooth Fairy; Kidlet's will that she wrote when she was thirteen; notes and lists written in my mom's handwriting; and old journals. I was truly moved.
The eye moved on and we moved to our new home two days later.
The very first night that Hubby and I took possession of the schoolhouse, we slept on a blow up mattress so we could wake up to the view of the cathedral of trees and greenery. We didn't get much sleep, but it did not disappoint.
And as I sit here amid stacks of partially opened, unpacked boxes, and a chorus of crickets chirping, I feel overwhelmed in the best possible way. I marvel at the goodness that life has delivered to me and I am grateful. Grateful and moved.
PS- I'm back!
Went to sleep amid the chaos of unpacking
|Woke up to this view|