I begin to clean my room. The room I have occupied since my wedding night. The room I have not cleaned since before the accident. Piles of stuff. Dirt. The smell of dog pee. I know it's in there somewhere. Yes. It's gross. And that's what I have been living in. I can barely begin to clean. I can't stay focused on anything. I try. I have help sometimes. A friend who is quiet and gentle comes to be by my side. We clean or organize and then it seeps in again. I hate living like ... View Post
The Routine A Farm Life Brings Day #19 of Thankfulness
I turn on the fire, A hot cup of coffee in hand. I sit. I have started the laundry. The sound comforting and steady. The warmth from the fire removes the chill from the room. These plunging temperatures and fierce wind make it hard for this old farmhouse to stay warm. The day looms before me. Choices to make. A life to live. Up at the barn the routine of milking continues. Cow after cow. Chore after chore. Steady. There is something soothing about routine. It is the way of the farm life. Never ... View Post
