Wednesday, January 15, 2025, 17* Outline of Trees
Dropped the red, the blue, the orange perm rods into a plastic bag moving to the music of Ruger drinking water. Earlier he backed into a bench knocking over two boxes of Christmas. Watched snowflakes dance in porch bulb light looking more like tiny white flying things of summer. Set knives from dishwasher on counter to sharpen, soon realized I’d forgotten to push the start button. Furnace hums along. Refrigerator makes ice returns to silence. Still in process of becoming home, more pictures on the walls yesterday. Not each one hung stayed. A matter of balance, of color, of warmth, of speaking to me in the moment saying “welcome, come inside, relax.” These will stay. I felt calm seeing them this morning.
This making a house my home, so different from diagrams and everything planned before we moved to Pennsylvania. Now, there’s no hurry. No life to get back to, only new beginnings.
"Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up;
do you not perceive it?" Isaiah 43: 18-19
Photo: LJ Austin
