The Time Of Year When Winter And Spring Come Together In Lloyd

The Time Of Year When Winter And Spring Come Together In Lloyd

Friday, March 8, 2013

This Beautiful Morning




It is beautiful this morning and a little misty so that the light in the backyard, at least, has been directed into beams.



Jessie is here and up getting a shower and soon the boys will be here, too, quivering with electric excitement as they are when they get here. 

I was thinking the other day about my reluctance to leave my house and yard and it occurred to me that this may be a result of several things. One is that I do live in my dream house and thus, am simply loathe to leave it. This is certainly true. Why leave these old wood floors and these generous porches to go anywhere else and why leave these trees, some of them hundreds of years old to drive down a highway to a town? There is a real sense in that, if you think about it.
But then the crazy piece comes in- is there some part of me which thinks that if I leave Lloyd I will not return? That in leaving I am giving up ownership and control? That I don't truly believe in my fortune, my dreams-come-true enough to test out the theory of their reality in my life by leaving and coming back?

Do we have any idea what I'm talking about?

I think that in all insanity and mental unwellness there is a germ, a kernel of truth. It may be blown way out of all proportion, but still, somewhere in the chaos of crazy there is a still center of possibility.

Well. I don't know. 

I just know that Jessie is home and the boys are coming and it is Friday and there are lists to make and a cake to bake and things to buy and plants to stick in the dirt and floors to clean and toilets to scrub and porches to sweep and there will be all of this and puzzles too. 

Good morning. Happy Friday.

Love...Ms. Moon


12 comments:

L and L said...

Good morning my dear Mary. Hope you have a truly lovely day. I am holding you close to my heart, as ever. Love, Lis

heartinhand said...

There is NOTHING wrong with being a homebody. Nothing. People think we're strange but there's nothing wrong with contentedness. I always think that people who don't like to stay in their homes and who are always on the go are running away from something. Being surrounded by trees is the best thing.

Anonymous said...

OMG you truly are a genius. Or a genie. Or both. That kernel of truth in the insanity...just wow.

This was so timely for me, psychic ability is the only possible explanation as I try to understand my reluctance to give up a house on a faraway island that is sometimes a headache and I have only slept there perhaps 70 nights in the past 15 years! But it's my dream house, where I feel most at home, where beauty strikes me randomly at all times wherever I look. I can't give it up and I won't. It is the promise that one day life will be a lot less complicated and I will be able to spend more time there. I thought I would never leave there, and now my son has grown up not in that house which was built for him, and now he doesn't even feel at home there.

Please tell m,e O Genie, why does life turn out so differently from what we plan, inspite of the power of manifestation and all that? did I really create this complicated mess?

-invisigal

WV = "fooketsh" which is what my mom says when she has forgotten to put her teeth in.

Petit fleur said...

I think there is truth in all of what you say. And also, I find for me that I am very sensitive to all the chaos and energy and buzzing of town. I think living in a rural are hightens our sensitivity to all of that and it becomes harder to deal with... Like the constant activity of town and driving PRODUCES anxiety.

I have noticed that I am going crazy living in town in an apartment because the level of calm just doesnt exist. There is no calm flow, and no real nature to observe and be part of.

You are not crazy.
xo

Elizabeth said...

I think you're right about the crazy thing -- the germ and kernel of truth.

Happy day!

Vesuvius At Home said...

Geniuses are homebodies, like Salinger and Harper Lee, and Emily Dickinson, that's what I say.

Your house is unbelievably romantic and beautiful.

I hope there is no truth to my own crazy fears. But I suspect there is.

Nancy said...

Beautiful photos! Makes me wanna take a long, lazy walk with a friend.

Andrea Kelleher said...

I love the photos too and the way you write. Glad I came across your blog.

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Steve Reed said...

Hey, how come you get cool Spam comments selling video games in French?!

Anyway, I can see some of what you're talking about in my dad. As he gets older he stays at home more and more. He was never big on traveling, but now he'd really rather not leave the yard. For him, there's definitely a level of security in being in an environment that he knows and can control.

I don't think there's anything wrong with enjoying home, but I must admit I am a city person. The urban environment energizes me and I like nothing more than being out in it.

Steve Reed said...

(Not that I am saying you are older or comparing you in any way to my father age-wise! He has quite a few years on you.)

Wayne said...

Home is safe, home is comforting, home is secure. We have shaped it and it has shaped us. Why would anyone want to leave a home once we have found where we are truly happy?