The dog asks to go out into the bright morning, and I climb back into bed grateful she wants to come in too, it is so cozy and I begin to drift off but there is a nagging sensation that I have forgotten something. It is an hour before I realize it is Saturday and I am down to three radishes, a dozen and a half eggs, a lemon and a handful of wilted scallions in the fridge.
I park in the shadow of a tractor trailer without it’s tractor and open the windows half way. I am still saying there should be designated dog parking all summer long. It is only 68, this is the only shade anywhere. How hard would it be, to make a corner of the lot safe for those who are out with their pets?
Now later I feel such a sense of peace and contentment. There is a moment at which you find yourself, in a place where everything comes together and begins to make sense. It is really just an inkling, but it is there and it feels like it will become more profound.
I would not have this home, nor my yoga teacher without my ex husband. I would not have this belief in my personal strength and integrity without the pirate nor would I have known that the problem was not with me with regards to our difficult relationship, would not have my daughter if it were not for her father… you get the picture. I would not be cleaning my house organically and with such a small footprint without A. and a Tau sister I lived with who reminded me that there was a time when this was what I did. Oh. Yes. The dogs at my side, my ex again, and a Tau sibling. I feed them pea pods, blueberries, strawberries and sour cherries. The pup putting her paw on my knee, asking for more. What would my life feel like without them?
I wash and cut and prepare my fruit and vegetables. Storing some in freezer bags, some in the fridge. I slice cucumbers, the little ones with no seeds, and poor hot vinegar over them, cutting up cilantro and parsley from my garden, trimming lettuce to put it on later, with chickpeas.
My sour cherry jam is boiling away on the stove and fresh homemade scones baking in the oven. A lifetime of having to live poor, now coming to fruition through living clean. My six face cords of wood on order, I look at this wood stove and do math in my head, 75 dollars a month to be warm all winter. Sometimes my gas bill was as high as 350 dollars a month, and that is cheap. I really can get used to this.
I embrace this, it is perfection. What a gift. I am filled with gratitude.