Good morning! It’s Tuesday. And while March can feel like a bit of a slog here in Maine, we’re gaining two to three minutes of sunlight every day now. The later sunsets will be nicer as the air warms. But in this moment, what I really love are the wobbly morning shadows on this wall.
The constant changing of life... We get to meet the same season year after year and enjoy the wonderful feeling of something new each time! Plus we get to see it with new perspective from our life experiences and lessons. It is always new and exciting!
Isn't it wonderful to be the custodian and caretaker of an old house, making it into Home. If you haven't read Home: A Short History of an Idea by Witold Rybczynski, it is delightful! Goes from how it was a place to rest your head, often shared with the animals for heat, in coastal western Europe how the ground floor went from sleeping cupboards and meals to business during the day, to develop into the idea of Home we now have. I should probably re-read it. And having lived in a house built in 1898 (in DC) and even older dorms at Georgetown, I cherished the wide, uneven floor boards, the lack of a single thing that is straight, level or plumb, that I am the transient in charge of tending and caring for the place. Our current home is newer, but I'm just an early caretaker. Here's to HOME.
I love marking time by the movement of light...it is untouched by humans so not skewed by us...as we are about to do this weekend.
It’s a little sloggy here in the Bay Area but we change clocks soon so there is hope! 💃🏼
Hello Clara! And hopefully that sunlight will feel warmer every day . . .
Sweet.and another good reminder
The constant changing of life... We get to meet the same season year after year and enjoy the wonderful feeling of something new each time! Plus we get to see it with new perspective from our life experiences and lessons. It is always new and exciting!
What a wonderful outlook.
Yes, well the trick Colleen, for me, is to remember to let the awe in!😂
Very cool! It mimics the grain in plywood.
Isn't it wonderful to be the custodian and caretaker of an old house, making it into Home. If you haven't read Home: A Short History of an Idea by Witold Rybczynski, it is delightful! Goes from how it was a place to rest your head, often shared with the animals for heat, in coastal western Europe how the ground floor went from sleeping cupboards and meals to business during the day, to develop into the idea of Home we now have. I should probably re-read it. And having lived in a house built in 1898 (in DC) and even older dorms at Georgetown, I cherished the wide, uneven floor boards, the lack of a single thing that is straight, level or plumb, that I am the transient in charge of tending and caring for the place. Our current home is newer, but I'm just an early caretaker. Here's to HOME.
What a beautiful thought for this morning.
About the only thing that really gives me joy right now is the bright Spring sunshine! That’s the change that matters.
Change is inevitable. We have no control over it. We just have to figure out the best way to accept it and find the best path thru it .