The day is in glorious warmth and sunshine. A fresh breeze is coming in from my window. The air is alive with children’s voices and laughter from the daycare one house removed.
We are back from our morning bike ride, the three of us – the man on his recumbent trike, me on my upright trike and Sheba on foot. I have a couple of shots of us before we headed out.
It was a little harder managing my iPhone, bike and dog while in motion. It was a little tricky as you can tell by these shots. One handed Annie was not good with her aim!
We are back and I am tapping away on my keyboard in the midst of my usual clutter and mess. I have been reading Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird. I like what she says of clutter.
“But clutter and mess show us that life is being lived. Clutter is wonderfully fertile ground – you can still discover new treasures under all those piles, clean things up, edit things out, fix things, get a grip. Tidiness suggests that something is as good as it’s going to get. Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation, while writing needs to breathe and move.”
Yesterday I had looked under some of my piles, cleaned a few things up. I found a couple of treasures. I held them in my hands and could not edit them out – yet. I filed them for the time being. It’s hard to erase myself.
I’m fixing things bit by bit. I am getting a grip. My feet are firmly on the ground, though my mind wanders from time to time. There’s always things to work on – piles to clear, words to write, stitches to ply, love to be had, God to thank…