Being at home makes me appreciate the road. Likewise the road to home. This is the longest I’ve been home in 4 years.

I’ve bought groceries and cooked food. I’ve read books. I’ve played my piano and guitar for pleasure every day. I’ve slept in or gotten up early. I’ve seen the same people sometimes several days in a row. I even, for the first time, planted a small flower box on my back step. I’m savouring, trying not to waste time, but also, to waste a little time.

I long to be stirred. I crave being still. Somewhere between east and west, fleeting moments of balance occur. Permanently temporary.

I have come to understand there is no greener grass. We have to take care of our own. If we don’t know how to grow grass we need to read about it (google it?). If it doesn’t grow, we may need to dig up and start over, adjust our nurturing. Maybe we lend a hand to a struggling neighbour, but in the end, we can only be responsible for our own patch. It’s challenging to see how green it is. Weeds are natural. If we’re lucky, maybe we get to have a cottage patch someday.

Obviously, I’ve had some thinking time, but it’s been a gift to be local for the summer. Enjoy yours, read something, eat ice cream, wear sunscreen, watch sunsets, make out with someone? Go see music.

Read and reading: Life of Pi – Yan Martel, Girls Like Us (story of Joni, Carly and Carole)- Sheila Weller, Total Money Makeover – Dave Ramsay

In my player: Frazey Ford – Obadiah, Amy Correia - You go your way, Sarah Harmer – Oh Little Fire (yay she’s back)