Paintings by Leonora Carrington
This post is in it’s 29th revision. Ridiculous but either that or silence, I suppose. Here the wind is howling, rattling windows, as if to come in for a cup of tea while ripping at the tin of the barn roof.
Pondering paths ahead, probably an unwise idea. The many dichotomies. I haven’t been afraid since I don’t know when. I am angry at the unexpected realities of my life, not that farming is ever secure. Mother Nature will do her thing no matter what I may want. However my new reality means there are many unanswered questions. Only thru seeking wisdom are answers I tend to forget. There’s no escape. There never is. I will survive. I have survived what I was sure I could not. I live by a simple yet profound dharma.
No Hope, No Fear, No Doubt
And so, dear readers, this “country” woman prepares to depart the country when I am unprepared for new horizons.
…the inevitable tedium of seeking buyers who think they want a “Wine Country Lifestyle”. It is really all so much bullshit.
The dark glowering hills before me now, soon will be memories as we are doing the inevitable tedium of seeking buyers who think they want a “Wine Country Lifestyle”. It is really all so much bullshit.
We can hold tightly or we can release. I choose to release all to that ferocious wind. It flows in all directions, without a stain left in it’s wake, clearing any mess of things left behind. Of ego’s desire to grasp. Resistance a flimsy barrier, gone, tossed by winds pulling the cleansing torrent.
It is best to allow things to be as they are, to seek acceptance. Feeling lost or out of sync is useless, leads to confusion, does not matter and shall pass. Is that not so? Imagine dragons…. And if they don’t come to mind, there’s always Nutella. Healthy eating be damned!