This morning I woke up to the scent of
and the sight of
and felt grateful for
This little house makes me so happy.
I haven't been feeling myself lately. I seem to be in a constant state of struggling and flailing and questioning and doubting. I am easily dispirited and discouraged. I feel tired all the time. Someone very clever told me that it's All Very Normal and Part of a Process of Growth and that I am Making Excellent Progress after a Period of Stagnation. So that's good, isn't it? I wanted to tell you why I haven't been around here much - and also to reassure you (in case you are like me) that everyone in the blogosphere isn't living a Fantin Latour existence. Lots of us are thrashing through quicksand half the time.
I think I may have a Royal Wedding Hangover. I woke up at 5am yesterday to watch the festivities and wept all the way through. It touched me, a year (almost to the day) after my own wedding, to witness a beautiful girl marrying a handsome boy. It felt that simple to me. Love and hope are infectious.
I am thinking about this poem today:
With love and hope from your faithful servant,