The images that surround us and swirl about our feet sink in whether we realize it or not.
Here in this new tiny village, there has been quite a bit of problems with the water supply. Imagine our surprise and utter dismay at the end of unpacking boxes to find that the gold at the end of the rainbow - in this case, the much anticipated shower on the path to cleanliness - has dissolved into a cloudy gray wash. Oh, dear. Their old pipes, tired after so many years of tapping deep into the water table. Our old pipes, worn thin by the rush.
The local water company is working on it with dramatic updates, bottles of Crystalline distributed daily for each resident and the fire hydrants left open all night so as to clear out the end of the bad.
Lately, I have had one thought in my head, recurring, "I need to let the silt sink to the bottom." This summer and heat have taken their toll on top of years punctuated with uncertainty. And yet, suddenly I find myself immersed in quiet and realize that I am beginning to see clearly. But not quite yet. I wander from room to room, forgetting the reason that had put me in motion, I am forgetful, often unable to concentrate my thoughts enough to write and yet am delighted to be...happy.
I am right where I want to be.
Like the underground thick and deep, the murky in me will quell and then it is on and upward we go.
EDIT: I try to be clear in my writing but this seems like it is another example of murkiness as the key word to me in this post is "happy". And I am, we are, supremely so. Being here is amazing. Things may not be perfect but as I write here often, that isn't really the point now, is it? With my Best from Provence, Heather
Have a great rest of your weekend...