I have been throttling the domestic life with gusto. (when I am not working at the Winery, hiking in the canyons with dogs, answering all the every prettiness of emails from you beauties who signed up for 'and oh, sunshine' this month, daydreaming with my journal on the front porch and so on and on...)
Why just yesterday for example I made fig jam. (there is a very good sale at Whole Foods Market on organic figs by the way) I anointed it with the name 'Saint Barthelemy figgy jam' since it had a good pour of Cointreau added at the very end. I also made a vanilla bean ~ plum crumble inspired by my crush Jamie Oliver aaaaaand beet/walnut/tofu burgers with honey Mustard sauce and Lady Jane cheese on a baguette for supper.
All in all heart cheeringly good I declare. I feel like a domestic goddess.
Here in the mountains I am becoming something a little different.
more open. suddenly lighted. emerging.
I feel so many bittersweet things. A deep hovering sadness I cannot duck beneath (my daughter Tess moving into her very first apartment, my son Noah going to College) fingering a haunting exquisite joy setting up home with Michael.
The other evening Emma (Michael's daughter) Tess and her boyfriend Cam, Noah and his girlfriend Holly came over for dinner (Tess also brought little Romeo) and I thought I was going to burst into tears for the playful enthusiasm and abundant laughter we all shared hanging out with one another in this new extended family vision.
steady in your boots
It is flowing. 'Steady in your boots' as my friend Eliza said to me the other day while skyping all the way from Africa. All I can do is put the energy of the life I desire 'out there' and so far I see everything and everyone following the light of my love for this vision.
My intention is love bound and they so feel it. There are times I felt paralyzed with little pushings of fear wondering if I might lose something along the way (I have lost so much along the way when I look back ~ a Saint Anthony medallion on a silver thread around my neck to reconcile) and only Michael's true belief in me and utter support of my dreams kept me trudging along.
No one knows me better than me. And yet Michael is right up there in a tiny circle of kindreds who fathom something of how I navigate my soul on this earth. I wonder how is this possible?
Ciarrai! You won the jam! email me! (email@example.com)