… I put some real heart into wondering why I had ever been. And there was nothing. No great thing. No reason at all that I could come up with.
… and I haven’t even started with Kim’s divine pastries—tarts and scones and cakes and pies and cobblers…
So whatever it is you may be struggling with, might I suggest you think about Grace’s idea? Find a nourishing way to see it if you can.
So I’ve written this small piece to you all to enlist your support in getting me down the mountain to start a thing I want DONE without the doing of it. Oh me.
I want to enlist your help: I’d like you to witness my journey back to health. Why, you might be asking, should I give a whit about that? But hear me out.
I recognized the important shift: I am taking care of myself! The extra bits that aren’t absolutely necessary–the things I’d supposed took too much time or money, or both, the things I was not worthy of, I was doing for myself in the simple act of hanging my sheets out to dry.
Up here in the mountains of northern New Mexico, in an ancient village that has gone through more than its share of hardships, whose suffering would put mine to shame, two friends spent a day celebrating what it is to live.