I love our home. It’s the perfect size for the two of us plus our two doggies. We have all the amenities we need. The only thing that is missing, I confide to a friend, is nature.
For two years, we lived in our 41′ motor home, traversing North America and discovering many wondrous places. Nature was our focus. Prior to that, we lived in a small cottage in the city, with a double lot and large old trees that immersed us in a park-like setting. This current home, set between other similar houses, lacks the view.
Shortly after my confession, Ric came home from a meeting and told me that a house in our neighbourhood, backing onto the ravine and hiking trails, is for sale.
“Are you interested?”
Double doors off the dining area open to a large deck spanning the back of the house. The view is pure green – mature trees and shrubbery, with birdsong and wildlife, and not a house in sight. A sunroom, built on the side of the house, provides four season viewing.
What’s not to like?
The house needs work. It’s larger than our current home, which means more costly. Do we need the added expense just when it seems we were working out a manageable retirement budget?
Oh, but that view.
We’ve been waffling about it for the past few days.
Is this manna from heaven – an ask answered; or temptation that will just create more stress?
How do you decide when faced with difficult choices? What decisions are weighing at present? I look forward to where this prompt will lead you.
Is procrastination a pause or fear seeping in? Let’s take a moment – broken silence – a timely pause … Reflect collect our thoughts leave a seed and remember wonder Be like water like the squirrel touch the softness wave goodbye to the noise observe till the end of this ride.
(This poem is an amalgamation of our collective thoughts on this week’s focus: pause. Thank you for the many inspired posts you shared:)
The world is a noisy place at the moment, and rightfully so. The bubble of denial has burst when it comes to systemic racism. As people march in protest demanding change, a virus lurks, threatening further losses. And, I haven’t even mentioned the absurdity of political ranting that seems so inappropriately off base right now.
It is tempting to throw oneself into the fray – emotions running high, intellect chomping for a word – and yet, I fear a loss of grounding. We need calm minds, and clear agendas to guide us in such times.
Passions are ignited. Words and actions have a place. Change is afoot. Let us remember to pause – to quiet the noise – long enough to ensure we are actually making a difference.
May your pauses bring you inspiration this week. I look forward to your responses.
Summer arrives on its own schedule, painting the landscape a luscious green. The heat of the day keeps us tucked in a cool house, but not without restlessness. Ric offers a late afternoon drive and parks near a trail so I can wander in.
Tall oaks, beech trees, and maples create a canopy of shade. I stop to let my eyes readjust to the sudden change in light. A small creature whirs past, and I recognize the black stripes of a chipmunk.
Darn, I think. Missed it.
But the chipmunk, like me, is only seeking a cooler patch. Perched on a fallen log just beside the path, the small animal stops to enjoy a snack.
These tiny creatures never fail to delight me. An unexpected treasure making my day.