It’s an awesome thing to ponder upon Creation and the Creator. To know my mind is so finite I cannot comprehend, this side of the veil, what it must have been like there, at the beginning, when all was void. I close my eyes and see darkness and think, “is this void or is this only darkness?”
I’ve seen “the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight” and gasped aloud at the sheer beauty. In the summer I regularily get up at three in the morning to hear the mockingbird sing. There’s a piercing sweetness at that dark hour that can’t be found after the sun rises. There’s hope for all mankind, peace for the moment and enough joy to carry me into the day.
Every day there’s so much beauty a lifetime can hardly hold it and yet, it keeps coming, rolling like the waves on the ocean shore. Beauty and more beauty for those with eyes to see and ears to hear.
I’ve come to realize just how much I need, crave, have to have my daily portion of solitude. It’s a drug and I’m addicted; I only want more and never less. It’s only when my cup of solitude overflows that I can be a help meet to my husband, a, sometimes, dutiful daughter and daughter-in-law, a good friend. There’s so much clamor in the world, so much going to and fro it’s no wonder there’s a surplus of anxiety and stress in the world.
My life is a quiet life meaning there’s very little non-natural noise. My life is spent surrounded by the voices of the horses, sheep, dogs, cats, cattle and birds. Never is the radio used and the television perhaps a couple of times a week. Voices are natural and not canned. I can hear at any given moment what is going on in my world…if the animals are peaceful or at odds with each other, if someone or something needs my attention. I live at life’s pace, the pace of the seasons and usually have time to take the dogs for a walk or sit in the sheep pasture and knit. Most of the time we eat slow food, fresh food lovingly prepared and offered as a gift to our bodies. We attempt to treat our bodies like a temple and not a tent.
Annie Dillard wrote, “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
In addition to the above, I’m now spending a portion of my days in partnership with Leslie Shelor, Greenberry House. She and I have begun a new venture, Fiber Femmes, an on-line magazine dedicated to supporting, encouraging, promoting and publicizing women the world over involved in the fiber industry and arts.
Leslie has great strengths in many areas, including web and blog design. She has a great talent for understanding computer language and templates and settings and high tech things. She’s steady, patient, kind and a never-ending source of strength and, even better, believed, and continues to believe, in the dream of Fiber Femmes.