Last Sunday, Eliana kept saying she wanted to go for a walk, so we went over there together, which is something we haven't done very often, and the last time she was still too little to walk by herself. But this time, we went side by side, and it was lovely. And when we walked through the grove that is no longer a grove, I noticed that the huge tarp they left there after enjarre last summer was still there. (To be honest, part of what I was looking forward to about this walk was seeing if the tarp was still there, because 70% of my thinking these days is about where to get building materials and equipment, and tarps are needed to protect earthbags from UV rays during the building process.) When I stretched it out and saw how big it really was, I realized I would need help folding it, so I called Graeme and he came to help me and then carried it back home.
|Do you see the cross design? So cool!|
It was a beautiful spring day, one of the first of the season, and I felt rich in my relationship with that place again, and blessed with the abundance of gifts of the day. A tarp, a box of candleholders, a daughter who's an exuberant giver of rocks. In my Lenten practice of giving up "stuff," it's these simple things that are coming to me in the new space I'm making. I think Francis and Clare would approve.