This little bit of strange ancient seeming wisdom feels just about right as I roll up my sleeves and begin to work around the cold earth, planning the infinite possibilities of land and seed and creation. We are the alchemists and some of us remember and others (me) are beginning to be reminded. Amen and what a way to start the week.
This and a million other awesomenesses over at Gravel & Gold.
Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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