I'm not paying this space the attention it deserves but I'm busy putting together things for Black Dog and getting myself moving with my sponsored 'more fit, less fat' drive. By the way, if I haven't thanked you already - and even if I have - a HUGE thank you to those who've sponsored me. I'm nearly halfway to my target and that is fantastic.
But yes, attention. Not paid. I'm once more in a position where I have more than one blog because I think Black Dog needs one but I don't want people who only know me through BD to be reading my more bizarre ramblings over here. And I'm not giving up this space because it's my online home and after years of blog-hopping I've finally managed to settle here and I don't want to give it up.
I've been letting thoughts about this drift through my head when there is space and all I could come up with so far is that maybe it could be even more 'Home'. And in my head I'm constantly carrying an image that came to me the other morning while I was thinking of a friend who lives several time zones away, but whose days start similarly to mine. I'd said to her in a an email:
I was up at 5.45 this morning while C and E slept on and it was still a little dark. The neighbours weren't up so it was absolutely silent apart from early birds.
I sorted the dogs and Casey out with food and cuddles, made some redbush and then went upstairs to the other part of the garden to let my chickens out and feed them...clean out their beds etc. It was soooo perfect. And I was thinking,'This baton is going to get passed to Tracie soon and she'll get up early and go through the same rituals (because they are rituals) and then some woman on the west coast will get up early and whisper to her dogs and blow kisses at her chickens...'.
And when I think of this I exhale.
It feels somehow honourable to be part of something simple and ancient. To still have that in our lives (alongside all the technology I also love). To be part of a circle of people stepping up to carry these tasks in loving hands until they get passed to someone else who will pass them on again and so it continues in a hoop of life, round and round the earth.
As I work on this body that I've taken for granted, neglected, polluted and held down with too much weight and too little love, I'm having moments of clarity about the way I treat my exterior world the same way.
That's where I am today.
