squirreling

walk out this door, and you enter the world below......

after you've gardened with your girl, hammocked, admired the new~to~you quilt found at the thrift shop, and peed (which i like to do outside for some reason, maybe a natural instinct to mark territory) you turn around and come back in, below.

you come back in and eat a little snack, play a little piano, listen to the sounds of the wild loving and intelligent animals you live with.
spot some beauty and feel proud that you made it yourself. baby kindergirl's vest.
take note of the screenplay for the up coming movie to be filmed on the weekend.....
then make some dinner, with your first soaked~over~night chickpeas, made into a concoction of your own rendering, with garlic, onion, coconut milk, curry and celery, in the cast iron pan so you give your family a little extra iron boost to boot.

feel good about the homeyness, savor it, say thanks for it. cause it doesn't always feel so good. and when the beauty isn't so easy to spot, you come back to memories like these, to wake up that remembering, to tell yourself it will be good again. this tiny storm will pass. and when it does, you might just look outside that door, and see that the garden was fed, and shaded for some much needed relief from the brilliance of the light. understand that you can't thrive in only the light, you will eventually get burned. understand that these little storms bring you inside for a reason. you gather yourself up, you get quiet and still. and when you start to see the beauty inside of yourself this time, cause you will, say thanks for that.

this is how i am talking to myself today. cause i am feeling good. i am stowing away sweetness for the winter. i had my first good cry already that summer is ending. it felt good to cry. it feels good to talk to myself.