This has felt like a long week. I’m very glad for the upcoming three-day weekend and four-day work week to follow.
We have been working on the yard. He and our son cut a large oak down in the front yard several weeks ago. It was way too close to the house. It was a risk during storms. The roots and overhanging limbs were too near the foundation and roof. We have the debris almost cleaned up from that.
I am developing some more flower beds. I have a spiky yucca at the front of the house. I decided I don’t like it being reachable by tiny fingers, so I am expanding the bed around it. I have plenty of things to fill up a large area. Elephant ears, day lilies, cannas, sago palms. Although, this plan is subject to change.
There is a large mound of purple jew providing starts along the front of the house. I am trying to decide if I want to run it all the way across the front or stop at the front door where it is now.
He has set up a deck out back. It needs some more work. I am already enjoying it, though. I have supplies to transform a table and chairs to use outside under the carport. I want the barbecue pit easier to use and a spot to camp when I am tending the groceries on the fire.
I love being outside. When we lived at Campers Cove, I set up a space with a glider, throws, pillows, a table. I surrounded the area with pots of tropical plants. It was situated so I could leave things out all day and go back and forth to my work and my rest.
The porch here is enclosed with windows. I love having it. I spend most of my free time out here. But, there is something about feeling the outdoors that has a healing effect on my soul.
The digging in the dirt I have been doing is also working its magic. Whether pulling weeds, relocating a plant, watering and feeding things, raking and burning, all are helpful.
I made a comment to a co-worker about my future retirement. I indicated certain things would change for me because I would have a different lifestyle. It would be more like the way I lived before I joined the 9-5 throng. I decided I don’t want to wait until later to have my chosen lifestyle. I will do as much as I can in the time I have to create the life I dream about.
He has been helping me get things done I am physically unable to do. I am a middle-aged, fluffy female. My muscle strength is limited. I have no idea how to make a tractor or chain saw work even if I were strong enough. Thankfully, he has been spending time out with me doing those sorts of things.
No, I won’t be able to do everything right now. I can do a great deal, though. So, I have started digging in the dirt with earnest. I have made up my mind to tackle big projects I have been putting off due to lack of time and energy. At least that was my excuse. I will make the time and the energy will come.
I have made myself let down some barriers and visited face to face with some people. I have stepped out of my comfortable cocoon and connected personally with others. I still have a ways to go with this one.
I read a book that explained human energy. Barring physical illness, human energy is largely emotional. It certainly is for me. If I am tired after a long day or long week and he mentions something I really love doing or someplace I love to go, suddenly I have a surge of energy to get going. If it is someplace or something I would rather not engage, I have even less energy and more fatigue.
I know if I get moving and keep moving, I will get to my goal. My destination, whatever it may be. Or at least I will travel on the path toward it. The journey is the thing. To keep traveling the journey path. Whatever it is and wherever it goes.
I believe if I keep following not my fickle heart, but the Spirit leading me, I will have contentment and satisfaction when I lay my head on my pillow to sleep. I listen to my gut feeling, my intuition. That is where I find His answers for me. I have known Him so long, I recognize His instructions. A gentle peace or a hard conviction. Or just a knowing something is right. I don’t always heed, but He takes care of that, too.
Just a chair in the shade, a glass of iced tea, a flower or two around. Birds, frogs and bugs serenading me. Pondering whether to move that plant over there or over here. Plucking a ripe cucumber and a few squash to take in for supper. Getting my heart ready to love him when he comes in the door. Pretty good journey path if you ask me.