Coming Home

 

To write about coming home may seem odd for a gal who hasn’t been away anywhere, yet that’s how these days feel – as if I am home again after a long while.  I am slowing down, easing into autumn after the summer whirl- a whirl in which it feels as if I went from the basement studio, where I assemble my books and wares, to the old Grange hall where I sell them.  As I slow down I begin to notice things and therefore to enjoy them – like the way the setting sun lit up Kwan Yin’s face the other night.  And my gosh the fish are vibrant and healthy.

I’ve brought the plants in, and they make the house feel so cheery and alive.

I’ve even been taking the time to hang out the laundry.  It’s a pleasure and a privilege not to rush.  How is it that my “to do” list is so long, and my “to be” list is so short?  To be less hurried, more loving, happy, peaceful, at ease….

Another quality of feeling at home  is the sense of resting in belonging- of venturing out into the arms of the day that I feel when I head out on a walk somewhere.  Here, the fields of Tea Lane farm are so beautiful.

The evening light filtering through the woods; the stone walls; the occasional deer- all remind me somehow of the hidden world of the soul, and the unhidden world which is right here, to be noticed, savored and enjoyed at any moment… as soon as I remember to slow myself down and to come home.

May all beings be well.
May all beings be free from suffering.
May all beings be peaceful and at ease.
May all beings know love and belonging…

Tagged as: contentment, Gratitude, The Abundance of Grace, Vineyard photographs