It’s been a fine four day break from the routine, but my life with the store is calling; a small nagging voice that I know brings such happiness when I indulge it. October is a fickle month. We’ve had deep, blanketing snow storms on Halloween, and last weekend was 80°s. I have had four days to reclaim my routine, my home and my mind.
A walk with Wilson to survey the logging project proved more interesting than I had anticipated. In fact, I started out in a pretty bitchy, snarky mood. “When will this ever be finished??” I was screaming in my mind as we hiked over the road to view the boundaries. What I hadn’t known was the road follows the Western edge of the tract, I have a stone wall which is not designated as a boundary wall though I had thought it was. There is glorious land on the eastern side!
My previously mentioned attitude problem was the reason I neglected to bring my camera, therefore, you will have to imagine with me. The land is ancient, the ledges formed from glaciers. At some point, a man other than the native inhabitants found his way to this plot. He cleared the forest and built walls of rock to define and contain. His cows grazed on the field carved from thin soil and sun. As I walked deeper in, I found a set of boulders piled by nature, yet connecting two sections of the man’s wall. The pile was at least ten feet at the top and formed a perfect Southwest-facing shelter with a cave below of at least four feet in depth.
The wrinkle of land climbed steeply behind this natural fire pit, and it was on the ridge above that I felt the glow; this was a place infused with spirit. I felt some instinctive knowledge that this was the perfect spot to build a writer’s cabin. My next home.
Reclaiming my current home from its “summer self” means acknowledging the seasons of life are moving forward. The rug went back down yesterday. It is a prized possession with its rich colors of autumn and thick softness of touch. In the summer, I send it out for cleaning and the hardwood floors echo footsteps. The joyous sounds of toenails searching for purchase, as Alice races to the front windows then circles back through to the back deck – on patrol and loud about it. Furious hours of cleaning preceded the annual laying of the magic carpet. The furniture has a new view and the pets are confused. Not overly concerned, mind you, but confused still…don’t they look stressed??
My daughters will attest to the fact that “Mummo” does a mean job of moving furniture and rearranging the traffic patterns when left unchecked. I like the new configuration. I face the fireplace and soon enough will be able to see all the way to the ledges at the back of my land.
I’m also reclaiming what I started out to do two years ago – write with purpose, pursue what I love (marketing and the little store) and find happiness in the small stuff. These three odd-shaped gourds are my nod to holiday decorating. They remind me of the geese and that are flocking and flying.
What are you looking at??