This morning finds me carefully planning my day so that I might have time to simply do nothing, to be still. I would walk to the woods if the temperature would rise, perhaps spend some time on a straw bale in the corn crib taking in it's ancientness. The corn crib is my cathedral, the light passes through the slats of wood like sunshine through stained glass, I often feel as if I am in a holy place, a thin place. But it's cold. And carharts are great for working outdoors, but to sit and be still like in a tree stand deer hunting, the body soon lets you know that activity is what it needs to stay warm. Oh, I have plenty opportunities for activity-spreading more straw on the garlic, strawberries or anywhere yesterdays wind lay bare the soil. Or I could grab some naval jelly and clean rust off the two row plow, I've been meaning to do that. Huh-"been meaning to do that" how many times in our lives have we uttered those words? How many times, in feeling a twinge of guilt afterwards, did we follow through with "that?" I'm a list gal, if it ends up on my list, darn me! I do it. Often I do many things not on the list, but I think I'll start a "been meaning to do that" list and see what appears on the page. Ponder that- when you attatch meaning to anything, I think it becomes a more thoughtful intention
like "I've been meaning to take those old coats in the attic to the shelter", see! A higher purpose, a good intention-now for the follow through, well-I've been meaning to do that. Just speaking the words lets me off the hook, covers me with a good intention but no follow through. I need to make a list. And stick to it. How about you? Prosperity and peace to you today, take care-
