Two full days of yardwork:

Laying down the foundation for a shed. Mowing the lawn. Loosening the soil in the garden. Pruning the Pennsylvania Cherry. Setting out the furniture on the patio…

And afterwards?

Looking upon my work and calling it good.

Days like this are necessary. Little portions of “Yeah.” and “Why not?” sandwiched in between the deep and often difficult bouts of recovery.

Work and rest.

Work and rest.

Feeling the sacred balance of it settling into my bones. To say I’m completely comfortable with the simplicity of it all would be a stretch; but most days it comes and goes however it needs to, and I can somehow manage to let it breathe…