The images that surround us and swirl about our feet sink in whether we realize it or not.
Here in this new tiny village, there has been quite a bit of problems with the water supply. Imagine our surprise and utter dismay at the end of unpacking boxes to find that the gold at the end of the rainbow – in this case, the much anticipated shower on the path to cleanliness – has dissolved into a cloudy gray wash. Oh, dear. Their old pipes, tired after so many years of tapping deep into the water table. Our old pipes, worn thin by the rush.
The local water company is working on it with dramatic updates, bottles of Crystalline distributed daily for each resident and the fire hydrants left open all night so as to clear out the end of the bad.
Lately, I have had one thought in my head, recurring, “I need to let the silt sink to the bottom.” This summer and heat have taken their toll on top of years punctuated with uncertainty. And yet, suddenly I find myself immersed in quiet and realize that I am beginning to see clearly. But not quite yet. I wander from room to room, forgetting the reason that had put me in motion, I am forgetful, often unable to concentrate my thoughts enough to write and yet am delighted to be…happy.
I am right where I want to be.
Like the underground thick and deep, the murky in me will quell and then it is on and upward we go.
EDIT: I try to be clear in my writing but this seems like it is another example of murkiness as the key word to me in this post is “happy”. And I am, we are, supremely so. Being here is amazing. Things may not be perfect but as I write here often, that isn’t really the point now, is it? With my Best from Provence, Heather
Have a great rest of your weekend…
Silt and pipes don't go well together, but, as I think you know, when pipes are not involved, it is the layers of silt which purify the water.
Heather – this is an amazing thing to move into the raw empty shell and know you will create your own paradise there!! My Mum used to say to me – it takes two years to 'make a house a home' and invariably this seems to be the case – but hey the trip on the way there is often – muddy, but like you say has another dimension that makes you happy – here's fingers crossed for you all the way!!
Would love your grey water here to water the garden…….we are in a drought!Terrible drought and come to find out the people in Los Angeles doNOT even know about it!UNBELIEVABLE!
I wish you the best…
Love,
Titti
And, I've just discovered that there is a busted pipe in our cement slab somewhere. I don't even know where to start.
I wish you an abundance of textured experiences and happiness in your new Home…
with the water situation not being among the wishing
The staircase looks like one of those where one can sit and dream.
A cold wet wash cloth over the face, neck and ears can feel like a fresh shower.
Ugh – water problems are a little unsettling, non? It makes me think of 2 instances, of very late, where water supplies were cut off near by – in Detroit and in Toledo – and it set off a panic! During the Toledo event, even stores here in Ann Arbor were out of bottled water – people drove up from Toledo to get it!! Hopefully your water supply is ultimately okay – and hopefully all of our murkiness will clear up. For me I think a vacation will help! And a big body of water to dive into: Lake Michigan! : )
Must be the Summer of Discontent for those of us who make up this blogosphere world. Like Marsha our path was also turned – if not upside down – as least off course when our daydream burst in Greece. It takes a bit of time to accept that all is not what one thought it would be. (And to top it off, a water pipe broke at our Kirkland home leaving us waterless-in-Seattle for a couple of days this week. . .I can appreciate your reference to showers!) Hang in there!
At the moment, Heather, my life is completely upside down, filled with uncertainty and much stress. All I can think of is that the Lord has let me walk right up to the edge of the cliff many times, but He has never let me fall. I believe this to be true once again, and that makes me feel so much safer. I will email you with some of the happenings.
Much love to all….
All will be well. One day at a time.
Hugs ~ FlowerLady