A Break in the Weather

My winter blues have been deep and wide this year, so the recent thaw has been a balm for my soul. I had actually gotten a bit worried that the blues were more than winter blues, wondering if my theory that a good, warm day would blow them away would be true. We had that good, warm day on Saturday and I felt my spirit come alive.

Yesterday afternoon, C and I chiseled six coats of paint off the front of the front door revealing orangey lacquered wood. We're going to sand it, maybe stain it. What a difference it makes to the front of the house!

It was the first project we've taken on together since the house became somewhere we both make a home. It was symbolic. It was beautiful.

....It called my attention to every dust bunny and corner of clutter.

A wise woman of the theatre, Ms. H once said to a group of us seeking her counsel: "Don't should on yourself, dear." She was in her 90's. She knew what was what.

So, after spending part of last night getting myself wrapped around the flagpole of "should," I decided to celebrate the beginning with something more productive. This morning, I centered my spirit and hung the Tibetan prayer flags across the porch, following C's instruction to not make them "too even."

The sun was rising, the sky was clear and the breeze was fresh.
It was an auspicious beginning to a Monday.