I have always felt that the end of fall marked the beginning of a new year. Maybe it's in my DNA from my ancestors packing up their belongings from the summer/fall camp ground and heading to their winter home.
It's the same way in spring when I feel like there are so many new beginnings and possibilities.
Winter is the time of drawing close, working on projects, soups or stews bubbling away on the stove all day.
New Year's day never really resonated with me. I would check my address book to make sure that it was up to date but it never had a feel of a new journey.
It could be since my birthday is at the end of October I tend to think about another year older and what do I hope to accomplish in that year.
I like a lot of people my generation have an adult child living in my house with her child. With her income, safe housing is practically impossible. Without a degree her chances of making a living income are pretty slim. So, she balances motherhood, work and school to better her chances.
I never really expected to have a small child living in my home again.
It's probably one of the best things that could have happened. She, daily reminds me to see the world through a child's eyes.
Two years ago before she came into my life, some of my bloggers will remember, we did some exercises to help us view the world from a child's perspective. Someone, somewhere thinks it's really important for me to continue viewing the world this way. They have placed a constant reminder in my path.
So, here I am on my 62nd journey, eyes wide open, watching my world and studying each leaf and flower carefully.
Hopefully slowing down, taking the time to understand my relationship with my environment. Giving up trying to control it and when it seems to spin to fast, taking a nap.
A young man stopped by the house on Saturday. He asked if he could cut dead wood, from our woods. He heats his home with wood. Zeus gladly shook his hand and I sighed with relief that Zeus would not be playing around with his chainsaw and trees. Yes, cut, haul, stack it.
If this works out I may actually get some sort of path, in the woods and that would be nice.
Time to get back to work. I am hoping that the texture I applied to my canvas has dried enough so I can work on it, this morning. If not, on to the next project on the list.
:)Bea Who just wants to walk in the woods not the wild side.