I've had this little proverb running around in my head a lot lately. A mental practice of sorts. To get back going with all that needs to be done, and all that I want to be doing 'round this little house of ours. Right now, the list on both sides is quite long, which for me, causes brain freezes. No, compartmentalizing is not something in which I always thrive at.
But I'm going for, getting my mojo back, and putting a stop to the paralyses that procrastination can be.
But before I get started on tasks which are attached to deadlines, the college girl (at finals time) in me must clean my house from top to bottom, de-clutter, donate, update before I can plow through. Did you know that writing and photography have been added to my housekeeping category? What do you know...after all these years of documenting here and there... if too much time has past without a good writing fix or a proper upload, I feel like I've left home without my purse. Life just doesn't feel right.
So here's a little photo story of the last couple of days. Simple things done, one after the other, which help to navigate myself back to home and to all that fulfills me.
The laundry line: I've done without one for a year, relying only on one huge drying rack. The drying rack worked just fine, but oh, how fast and easy it is for me to fall right back into love with a line. Simple pleasures...simple pleasures....
Six out of eight of our hens are laying now! And just look at how beautiful their eggs are! I'm just in love with the hues! And with opening the hen house door each day to find the generous and healthy offerings from our girls. Soon I'll be giving dozens of eggs away to friends and neighbors. My mom said that that is a very old fashion thing to do - to share eggs. I have to agree and I love it.
Bea lives in an environment full of lovely, handmade, thrifted, vintage, and open ended toys. And what does she love more than anything? A bucket, dirt, and a shovel. Those dirty toes and ankles are childhood in its essence, I suppose.
Curbing my internet time, by rediscovering inspiration from some of my tried and true old favorites.
Again, so much inspiration right at my fingertips.
Chocolate anything makes my world go round.
But I'm trying to be a good girl by balancing out cupcakes with kale chips.
Hmm...kale eaten from thrifted pyrex - even better.
My poor baby Bea, who can't sit still for more than 30 seconds at a time, is feverish. Missing the pitter patter of her active little footsteps.
She perks up for some Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. He's so interesting isn't he Bea?
When the fever breaks, my little helper returns back to her joyful disposition.
Wishing you all a mindful and productive weekend, full of love and purpose.