Everyday miracles

Yesterday when I carried my two suitcases (there is no rolling of suitcases in the forest) into Summer's End a great blue heron was standing on the deck looking in. I held my breath there was no breath in me I became still as a rock as the heron made eye contact walked across the deck then flew off.

Getting ready with coffee and furry boots to head back to the island in the snow with more stuff under the bed stuff rolling around in my closet stuff and some black beans to soak over night so I can make soup tomorrow.

This flat blue space is boring but I am not bored not one bit. Gonna tree gonna listen to Christmas movies while I unpack gonna eat something all my food is over there over the river and through the woods literally.

Tomorrow I'm calling about getting innerlubes and cable set up so close now I can't even imagine Christmas though I am awash in a dream of sugarplum fairies and jolly old elves wake up! Wake up! Wake up!


Love