goodbyes and beginnings

my friend,

this weekend, said goodbye to your face and smell and food and laughing. spent the first day home alone reading stormwell love letters and napping. after days brimming with children, sighed relief to be home alone, just us, so quiet, the house so still. moon came with the dark and i feel how okay perfect life is. 

said goodbye to this summer and hello to the school year. gratefully turning towards schedules and rhythms and focus. towards alone time and a (relatively) quiet house. scheming a craft study (spinning or weaving? begin at the beginning, i think). dreaming a new work addition, in the hometown (i can walk there!) have ordered my 120 daffodil bulbs (tasha would be so proud) and got the scythe out to cut the buckwheat before it's too late. aware that after this first week of school, i may throw all these plans out. or at least, my grip on them may disappear and then, suddenly, i'll realize it's all been done.

been thinking: no problem. 

when i think this, i relax. barking dog: no problem. neighbour walks by: no problem. judging how someone walks, talks, sits on the couch, eats their sup: no problem. judge myself for judging them: no problem. this is true. this is a relief. 

you bring that space, i suspect, with your own. time and again we are together and i, inspired, open into my roots, feel the soles of my feet and sigh with relief to just love. thanks. 

k