The simple life: Talking to myself

Monday, 31 January 2005

Just another Monday:

Waking up and looking out across the courtyard to the barn the old wood of the barn western front blended into the grey morning sky. Got my morning java and curled up in bed to meditate and gaze out at the morning sky. Love watching the animals, all positioning themselves for the morning feed. Carlos, the peococks tail is growing long and with the stiff breezes it blows him sideways full sail. He trips along trying to stay on track. The grey sky becomes tinged with a wonderful soft shell pink, the mountains silohuetted against the horizon.

It promises to be a cold and breezy day and before too much longer I was out in it. Taking out the garbage, putting up the new clothes pins on the clothes line, putting a few items in the garage. I bring in the clothes that were on the line through the whole rainstorm. The little storm that was to be sprinkles became a major storm bringing on lakeside properties here and there. I certainly have my own lakes.

I clean up the kitchen and wonder at my own messyness. I was in a funk over the weekend. Perhaps the rain, but on the same day that I received pictures of my beautiful family that I sponsor in Equador I received my daughters Christmas card back. The bottom fell out and I felt for two days like just dying. Our relationship has been on and off over the years. We can be as close as best friends calling each other every day and then suddenly I'm blindsided by her taking some minor word so seriously that I'm the most evil person in the world. I try to get through these periods but it makes me feel so black, so sad. With the rain pouring I just stumbled around through my days.

Today, I feel a sense of purpose again and directed toward life. I felt happy when I watched my horse and burro out the window, just another Monday.