Six kids, two moms, a dog, and a trailer and roof full of gear. Yep...that oughtta do it for a camping weekend in the redwoods at the coast. I need me a good dose of redwood and campfire air.
See you on the flip side.
With the past few months being so flipping busy I have barely been able to see straight, I'm going through a bit of a decompression. When that happens - when I'm so busy I can' barely keep the floors vacuumed - all my belongings swell to twice their size just to get my attention and the breathing space shrinks. Of course, nothing REALLY changes...my tolerance just lowers. Or something. When any time at all stretches out before me that is longer than any time I've had in months up to that point, I notice that I'm gasping for air - I'm suffocating in the untended to things.
And so I purge.
Saturday we are having a garage sale in spite of my vehement vow to never, EVER have another yard sale. Ever. We live too far up a dead end road to get enough traffic to justify being....just...there. Just in case. For that nickel deal or $2 bargain shopper. Nice.
But this time we're having it down town in a parking lot in front of the only grocery store in town. My oldest wild pony says "that's so ghetto" which, I guess, is kind of like "that's so redneck" depending on her mood. (Today she walked into the office I was filling in at and she was totally covered in horse hair, dust and stink. I said "that's so ghetto" and she promptly corrected me. "Mom. Horses are NOT ghetto. When was the last time you saw a horse in da hood?" Seriously!?!? Am I supposed to keep this all straight? Isn't it enough for me to feed her and clothe her and not remove her from the planet - and make another one that looks just like her - when she, say, questions my authority and intelligence?! Geeze.)
Anyway, I'm purging like I haven't purged in years. Feels SO good. I even went through all my thread. The kitchen cabinets are on the schedule for tomorrow and if I'm fast, I might even get up in the attic. I HAVE to get that attic cleaned out. I'm guessing that at least half of it is totally useless to me. Thank goodness the entire herd is totally on board. I guess I'm not the only one who was feeling a little cramped.
I've had a lot to share. I've been busy. I even did a little extra sleeping that one night...when was it?....not last night...it's already worn off but it felt really good when I did it. I went to the big town of Portland for lunch the other day and soothed my soul with a very short afternoon with people who make me laugh, who are my true north when I start to forget myself. Not all of my true north's were there but enough for me to feel like I can bring myself down from this busy-ness binge I've been on. Withdrawl totally sucks. The eight hour drive to Portland and back was so worth it to connect in the sun, by the river, surrounded in laughter and encouraging, scattered banter. life is good when you have a tribe.
So the best part about decompression is how it sometimes shows up as good, hot tears. The kind that feel like washing mud out of your hair. Yum. It's just energy releasing. It's amazing how tears are often confused to mean sadness. Mostly for me, they are just release. Theman holds space so perfectly in a manly sort of way. This herd - we also do a ton of laughing. I thought you might want a good laugh, just in case your world has been puffing up around you like a big inflatable jump house too. Here's what has our laughing muscles so flipping sore these days. The oldest wild pony showed us. At first I thought it was dumb and slow and then I decided to pay attention and I almost died laughing. Maybe it's just an indicatore of how oxygen deprived I've been. I don't know.
Episode 5, I think it is, has the best part where this kid is trying to talk about fireworks...oh my WORD!!!...I can't help but watch it over and over and over until I can't breathe!!
Anyway, I now interrupt our irregularly scheduled programming to bring you "Kid History":
Okay. Off to go to bed. Or clean out another drawer. Whatever.
Just had a good visit on the phone with my sister. Family is a thick, ol' pot of stew some times. Good thing I like stew. The visit was emotionally draining in one of those awesome feels-so-good-to-be-honest-and-real kind of ways. I bet she's just glad I'm done yapping....which made me think of doing something quiet....which made me look at pictures on my phone...which made me want to share a little glimpse of what I've been busy whipping up these past few weeks. These are some pieces I'll have at the Art unraveled vendor sale on Saturday here in the Phoenix area. Stop by if you're in the neighborhood...and beat me with more insane heat for such a random and haphazardly stitched together post.