We each had the same thought on the same afternoon.
It isn’t about the stuff, or the amount of it, but using what’s there, she said. My version was that no matter what, we can have simple, dignified, and beautiful surroundings. I came to this honestly, having just performed minor archeology in the “back door” area outside the bedroom. Where before there was only featureless hard dirt and assorted loose pieces of flagstone, now there was stone paving laid down years ago. When I cleaned them off, the outer doorway looked Mediterranean.
She’s open to all of this, but I think Taos is hard on her just now. It’s hard on everyone most of the time, but educational too. I think the hardest part is that the education isn’t optional. You may feel you’d like a rest from constantly having your soul peeled open, but you just don’t get one. It drives some people mad, and I mean that literally. You can be exhausted by 3:00 p.m. just from all the activity in your unconscious.
The energy pushes you to see things, though. I hope we both can embrace the paradise at hand, right underneath our noses.
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