Morning keeps coming early. Up at 5 a.m. I don't want the dogs in their crate any more than they are. The owners of the house do not want the dogs upstairs. That is the only place I can use the computer as their system is very 1980s. The signal doesn't carry to the basement level. So I am up and down all day long. It is inconvenient but great exercise. Now that I said 'inconvenient' I want to take it back. Life is inconvenient.
I've always been an efficiency expert. My childhood hero, next to Walter Mitty was D.W. Griffin. Scientific Management. Whoa. That really bumps with mindfulness, doesn't it? Therein lies the dilemna. What could possibly be inconvenient about oneself? Ut oh. Need to be with that one.
Still, I don't like hunting for my stuff. How did we gather so much stuff to begin with?
Let me interject how delightful it is having New England's version of air conditioning. Can I be more grateful about anything? Thank you.
The Farmer's Market in town is always a great happening. It is large, you can eat a meal there, buy chicken, sausage, just about anything. Very nice crafts, too. A great networking place.
I'll pop by and see if anyone has a rental apartment that would love my dogs. We're an eclectic sort. I can see where I like - or better yet, got used to living away from people. Less complications and here I go again...inconvenience. Sure, barking dog noise travels anywhere, especially on my mountain in NC. I wonder why I can't feel more content there. I know the answer easy enough. My family is not there.
Family is everything to me. Always has been. So here is the rub. Part of me is afraid...afraid I won't find a place where we can thrive. Afraid I will have to go back south where I feel stuck. Like I am done there. Like spirit is calling me here. Maybe the lesson is in the inconvenience of it all. Or, in just letting things fall where they are. It is a delicate balance for sure. I'm in my head too much up here. I felt that on the drive north. A repetition of last summer. No.
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