There are times in our lives when stuff happens taking our minds off the course we have set for ourselves ... times when we allow ourselves to become preoccupied with very mundane details that take our focus off the bigger picture.
We've been working for years toward a more sustainable life, and in an instant that changed with the addition of three new people to our house, two of whom are adults who have their very own ideas of proper living, which, unfortunately clash with ours. All that we've worked toward is compromised.
I find, at times like these, that I need to work extra hard at remembering the Gift of Thanks, and that only in practicing gratitude am I able to really appreciate how amazing life is.
I also find that I can not write, coherently and thoughtfully, about our journey, which seems to have been prematurely aborted. I'm too distracted. There's just too much noise, both inside my head and outside of it, and there's too much commotion.
There's no peace, and part of it has to do with the shear number of people here, but part of it has to do with failed expectations and the need to just let go of my own needs and desires, for a while, and acknowledgement that my today is not my forever.
One day at a time is the wisdom of ages.
With that in mind, my goal, until I'm struck with a topic more fitting this blog space, is to practice gratitude.
And today, I am thankful for the abundant sunshine, the clothes on the line, and the view of the pea trellis I erected yesterday above the peas that I put into the not-quite-all-the-way-thawed raised bed ;).
Peas, lettuce and carrots have been direct sowed.
Garlic was planted last fall and is waiting for warmer days.
The irises and rhubarb are starting to poke through the ground.
And yesterday, Deus Ex Machina and I shared a pot of hemlock tea.
Life is what you make it ... for good or bad, and the Practice of Gratitude really does make a difference.