Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A Gentle Chaos

I'm coming back to you in a more centered and grounded place.  After my last post, I decided I just needed to take a break and re-group.  My husband, Bronwyn and I took a trip to Montana to visit our family there, and it was wonderful.  

We hiked, rode horses, ate good food, visited with beloved Nieces, Nephews, Uncles, Aunts, Grandmas, Great-Grandmas, and Grandpa's, too.  

We celebrated a 90th birthday.  

We rested.  

Now home, we're getting unpacked, shaking off the dust of travel, and beginning our routines again.  The garden grew two feet while we were away and so weeding is a daily activity for now. There is the paradox of calm in the midst of chaos, which reminds me of the day that I rode with Brian's Uncle into an abandoned farm.  The grass was as high as the horses and the old hay balers and barn rested quietly in the windblown field.  It was peaceful, yet full of the wild-ness of red-winged blackbirds, ripening seed heads, and blue sky.  I could feel myself being renewed with every moment that I spent there.  And now, when I'm feeling a little bit frazzled, I can close my eyes and remember.  Isn't that wonderful?