If you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans.
~ Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
Yesterday was an interesting day. By “interesting” I mean it wasn’t a particularly good day. It started out well enough. Yoga, meditation, exercise, a walk outside, a blog post written, emails answered, dishes washed, blogs visited, laundry hung on the line to dry, a sweet potato stew prepped and cooked for dinner.
We had some routine maintenance required, one of those things we normally do before winter blows in. A simple chimney cleaning. The chimney sweep scheduled to do the job arrived in the afternoon, had a look, and left us with an estimate for work that needs to be done. Expensive work. The chimney isn’t built up to today’s code, and needs repairs and a liner to keep us from burning down the house when we use the wood stove. It’s like that around here. Routine maintenance is never routine maintenance because there appears to be nothing routine about the Wabi-Sabi Ranch.
This latest in a long line of expensive developments was the straw that broke this camel’s metaphorical back. Everything negative about this place came roaring up, and when that sort of thing happens, regrets surface. Regrets may serve some useful purpose, but I don’t know what that purpose might be. As far as I can tell, regrets keep a person stuck in the past, and usually in a dark version of the past rather than in the light and good memories.
I had made plans to spend some of what will now be repair money on a little reward for myself. It wasn’t something terribly expensive, but more than I would normally spend on a gift meant for me. It is not something I need, but it is something I desire. I will have to put that off for now. Or get a job, which wouldn’t be a bad idea, but the few jobs there are here are better off left to those more in need of them.
This morning I was standing in the kitchen watching the sun come up. The sky lightened and brightened, turning a variety of colors from a salmon pink to a brilliant orange. The light and colors were muted and muffled by fog. As the fog swirled and began to break up, sunbeams pierced the low clouds and lit up some of the dewy landscape. Everything glistened and sparkled. Magic happened, as magic sometimes will during the early morning hours if you’re awake and out of bed to witness it.
I am blessed. Truly blessed. I forget that at times. I let myself become overwhelmed by things that, in the grand scheme of things, are not important. Remember the little things I posted about yesterday? The kind that can make your life fill rich and full? Little things have their dark side as well. I heard an interview with Maya Angelou years ago in which she mentioned something about “being pecked to death by ducks,” one small piece at a time. If you allow them to, that’s what the small negative things in life will do. Molehills become mountains, and you find yourself riding the Drama Llama over those mountains.
Today I am walking in and with gratitude, reminding myself that all is well, all is well, all manner of things are well. Because they truly are. Right now, at this present moment, nobody I love is sick or dying. I am not sick or dying. Right now, at this present moment, the wind is dancing with the trees, a small flock of Northern Flickers is convening on the lawn for lunch, the occasional puffy cloud floats across the sky, the washer and dryer are running in the background, Bella is meowing (I think she thinks she’s singing), and my fingers are flying over the keyboard almost as fast as my thoughts are zooming through my head.
And now I’m going to go outside and thoroughly enjoy the gift of this beautiful day. There will be work (mowing, weeding, trimming, getting the gardens ready for winter), and more walks. It’s the kind of day you don’t want to spend indoors because that would be such a waste of good weather and fine opportunities to explore or allow yourself to be absorbed in the beauty of nature. Indoor work can wait for the rainy days ahead.
Thank you so much for visiting today, and joining me on another ramble. Sunset, at 6:42 PM, is two minutes earlier than yesterday. Let’s go down to the Point this evening to watch the show. We have a coastal flood advisory in effect until 3:00 AM on Saturday. I’m not sure why. Wind, I suppose. There might be water on the road in low lying areas, but the road to the Point is usually clear when flooding happens so we should be okay. If not, there’s always the dock. You’ll need your wellies to watch from there because the Woodland Trail, which goes to the dock, floods and will likely be covered with a few inches of water. There’s no current or wave action to worry about. Just standing, gentle water.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂 And have a terrific weekend!
Today’s joys: Early morning fog and dew; magical sunbeams that pierce the heart and soul; walking, dancing, singing, whistling, moving through the day; appreciation and acknowledgement of all that is; laughter.
Reminder: If you’re joining us for the October walk, the dates are October 5 through October 26 (I added a day to get us all through the last weekend). Post the link to your walk here: Walktober dates. (You can also find more information about the walk at that link.)