was home yesterday. Not necessarily in
Betty, get out of there.
Everyone was home yesterday, and for most of the day we were working and playing outside.
And I think it was the combination of work and
play that made the day feel pretty nearly perfect.
From the rose bed...
... where blooms are waking,
... to the orchard where the trees are taking root and giving fruit,
... I am beginning to see signs that we are settling in to our home. I see familiar touches, and I feel the comforting sense of belonging. We are claiming walls, filling drawers, spreading out, playing, making our marks. It feels so very good.
The traffic is our own, and so are the lines on the ground. Bike races, hopscotch, tic-tac-toe, plucking blossoms, running barefoot, chatting over the neighbor's fence, spotting birds, putting tools away... it's like untying knots, unraveling tension that has been building up, and letting it go. Little by little, finally letting it go.
So the day was full. Full of productive work, full of games and laughter, full of deep thoughts and other musings, and full of delightful nothingness.
Everyone did their own thing. Coming and going.
They can be elusive... the words
that describe my happiness for feeling perfectly at home. The feelings are wonderful.