I was straddling

The variety of feelings I get leaving, organizing, cleaning, some looking ahead etc.

I was cleaning and organizing an area in limbo (the year old rocketstove and bench) and was teasing out the territory of “keeping something” and exploring the impact it could have. Struggling with language, I consulted Uncle Google for fodder.

Well smack me and call me Sally (or anything you want)…. Those lingering and nagging thoughts and feelings, on both sides of the isle, too grand to straddle, IT’S A THING!!!

I’m going to belay departure and address it. How pleasant to have some sun for part of it!!! The fodder was welcome and hardly surprising, action is the only way out. solution Solution SOLUTION

I’ll soon be exploring “keeping a space organized” because that’s the real issue. I’m not ALWAYS disorganized, messy (and why adventuring by motorcycle last spring was so profound. All I needed was on the bike, the bike was all I needed, and to go anywhere, the bike needed me. Simple triangle, uncluttered, lit to pop, unburdened….)

My property is bigger than a motorcycle, but it doesn’t have to weigh me down