Tuesday, June 30, 2015
I don't exactly understand why, but doing this kind of physical labor is like therapy to me. I feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, and it simply needs doing so I do it. It brings me pleasure, no matter how hot, sweaty, or tired I get. I feel connected.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
It has been a tangled and twisted week, not just here, but everywhere. Everything has seemed overwhelming to many of us, hopeless to many of us. Anger and pain have been interwoven with hope and despair. Public pain and private pain have wrapped themselves round us like an ill-fitting shroud. Injuries pile up in our souls, layers on layers, absorbing not just our own injuries, but those done to our brothers and sisters all over the world, further twisting and twining the tangles.
In the midst of the barren and beauty-less space, an unexpected work of nature opens the possibility of seeing something that is not there, of re-imagining something that is there, of allowing the emergence of what could be but is not yet, or simply taking the moment to acknowledge and appreciate that it is.
I had gone over to Rowan Oak Sunday. It was hot, and the humidity made breathing difficult. In seconds, I was sweating in the late afternoon, the storm coming in to the west of me. I needed photographs of the repairs on Rowan Oak for the Preservation in Mississippi post I needed to write for Tuesday, and I was running out of time. I moved slowly through the roteness of the task, engulfed in the pain I had carried with me for days without sanctuary.
As I turned away from the last photograph of the house, I suddenly caught it--the sweet smell of gardenia floated toward me, lightly enveloping me in a moment of awareness that I am not alone.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Sunday, June 14, 2015
The mitered corner was really tricky but the second row of decorative tiles went up like a piece of cake. I allowed as how we should have just built the whole shower wall with those little tiles that come on a backing and you can not only slap up a square foot at a time, you get to do your "cutting with a pair of scissors, not a tile saw!
Today, we got an earlier start as I was not so stiff or sore, and we finished the back wall in about 3 hours--I was almost flying with the rhythm. Clean up, and off for burgers, knowing the hardest part is over.
Monday, June 8, 2015
trials and tribulations that came with this house in the Mississippi tiny cottage version of "The Money Pit." It took me 4 years to complete the master bathroom. I am on year 6 of the hall bathroom, and finally began tiling the shower walls this weekend.