Tea With Me: 19th June, 2021 Saturday
Well its been a month. A month of rain and hail storms and temperature climbs. The Seasons shifted. In a few days, in a matter of hours even, the inevitable of the span of perfect temperature, windows wide, breeze gentled days ended about a week ago.
A year ago today I opened up the courtyard gate on our first morning in New Mexico. A lizard then a garden snake appeared to welcome me as the magic of my unmet home lit my heart. I know why they are imaged here in all the Art. They carry Spirit cross the veils tween here and there.
The army of repairers was due shortly. This grand lady place had so much need. She had been lost in the care of people who could not tend her. Mold, stucco, rooves, oh and the creatures who had come to live in her…
So we began. Husband, House and I.
Husband hit the hoses. He waters. Its his thing. And the earth with all its treasures sure responds erupting treasures.
Me, I mustered troops, managed chaos, and I am as I type wanting not to detail the journey through the restoration of this Lovely Lady’s Heartbeat. Yes, houses beat and breathe in tandem with those they shelter. We gave her back her breath. Fixed her walls, and pipes, celebrated her water when it flowed and showered when her beating heart heated water. Then came minisplits to heat and cool. And the roof and stucco. Oh the driveway gate swung by keypad once again, chimney sweeps cleared the flues and the mice and rats drifted off because we have all these dogs.
Then the fence went up. And the dogs could run. And run they have.
The number here is 11 on the street. Its good that one and one.
Its all good.
You have noticed with the pics. Words and screens, this place is not that kind of place.
People from my history are here. Benchmark Peeps. And new ones too. And a visitor from way back when is cruisin in today. Way Back When remembers more of me and mine when I was just beginning. He would appear at times of passing, my sister’s then my mother’s. He would just be there. An old old friend.
He was here, right here, before Lung Rabies stopped the World. Looking for a place to light on Earth for his next chapter. Funny that.
And Youngest, oh my Youngest, freshly vested with employment for something she loves, is arriving in six days. I have no hugged her since Thanksgiving before the World changed.
I can cry about this now, now that we are coming out vacc’d against the thing that stalked us. This, this, this mandate to not touch and hug and reach to those you love. I was brave and challenged with the house and how to live with in it but my Mother’s Heart went quiet because to even think about feeling the restriction of no kids was more than I could breathe or beat. I love them so so so much. They have taught me so so so much. About Loving and Letting Go.
So in the last few days I can weep again. Relief weep, and grieve weep.
Its been quite the Year.
We are all a little different.
I look around. The house is lived in, not just staged the way unpacking vomits objects to that special place. There is living chaos here inside and out. Someone lives here again.
I live here.
I had that dream, that recurring dream about going back to that big college I left unfinished way back when. It has always been about reapplying and then starting in. It has never been about its finishing.
This last one was the Graduation Dream. I never knew before that all those education dreams were reflections of the School of Breathing I was living.
I have learned I guess. Its time to move on.
Happy and Light of Heart.
Tea was Green
Ta.
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