Wednesday, November 14, 2012
In the barn
I spend a lot of time alone. And I like it that way. I don't mind being alone. I'm sort of a closet introvert I guess. I mean I like being with other people . . . friends and family . . . and I can strike up a conversation with a stranger without hesitation. I just like having time alone.
One thing about being alone is that it gives me lots of time to think. And think. And think. Just ask my husband. And it's interesting. I've been thinking lately about how my life is set up. How my family is organized. How my compartmentalized ideals of me-ness have changed over the life of my family.
Oy, doesn't that sound deep?
This journey I'm on is always changing. Yet grounded in sameness. I provide the sameness for my family. The routine. The expectation. The warmth and safety of home. My family provides the change. The new interests. The spontaneity. The lessons that remind me to be open. That even though something wasn't part of the plan, goodness comes from it. Jump into it. Be present in it. Commit unabashedly to it.
They are adventure seekers. All three of them. My husband and my girls.
I woke up this morning and sat on the edge of the bed. I heard Razor unlatching the dog kennel to take the dogs out into the frigid morning darkness. I heard Boo straining to close bulging dresser drawers. I heard Licious sing the first chorus of a never ending Christmas carol.
And I felt filled up with love. Lucky to be on this adventure with the three of them.
P.S. The winner of the quilted turkey placements is Caroline. Shoot me an email and I'll get them shipped right out to you in time for Thanksgiving.