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Sookies dimunitive cabin the cleanest it’s been in years but I keep on with mold patrol, It just feels fresh inside and makes me smile.  I half expect a little mouse mouse to show up but somebody must have moved her cheese. One glass of wine an apple with sharp cheese and a small piece of chocolate, the evenings spoils.  I unplug everything on the boat and crawl into my little cocoon, I’m beat, the wind rocks me to sleep.

There are no answers but an extreme calm has come over my life.  Memories keep flashing into my mind, years gone by, places, things, people. They are all good and they all make me smile.  I’m starting to realize that I haven’t taken a step back since I was 17.  Always moving foreword, my hands in many baskets, always taking care of something or someone.  The writing is on the wall, I need a break, a sabbatical with nothing to do but exist.  This new slowness feels right and I’m letting it flow.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but seeing with new eyes.
—Marcel Proust

I sold everything for my tiny home and got paid but that’s one thing that doesn’t feel right.  A square bed for the winters, a small heat source, books and light perfect for reading and writing.  Natural by day and the soft amber glow of my lantern by night. I sit on the dock staring at a full moon rising, I’m lost… it’s not a bad thing, it’s just where I am. I need change and change is a good thing.  Bare feet, hot summer days, a cold stream and time, lots of time to ponder, space to wander…

To the man who only has a hammer, everything he encounters begins to look like a nail.
—Abraham Maslow

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