It's pretty amazing how everything fits together and works... with flowers or life, however you want to read it.
We've finally found a house to move into. I'm pretty excited to have a backyard to garden in and a space to designate for painting only. If only this home was on rolling hills with a couple cows (and goats and sheep and chickens and bunnies and well, you get it). Maybe in a couple years, but right now I'll take what I can get.
Lately we've been house hunting which means I've been eyeing any home jealously. The houses around my neighborhood are all wonderful (and of course pricey). I walk by, lusting after certain entrances, backyards, and the imagined interiors. This move will be bittersweet; an exciting time to stretch out a bit but my neighborhood (with the familiar faces with increasing waves and hellos) will be sorely missed.
Thoughts of the day:
“Feelings, whether of compassion or irritation, should be welcomed, recognized, and treated on an absolutely equal basis; because both are ourselves. The tangerine I am eating is me. The mustard greens I am planting are me. I plant with all my heart and mind. I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath. Nothing should be treated more carefully than anything else. In mindfulness, compassion, irritation, mustard green plant, and teapot are all sacred.”
-Thich Nhat Hanh