sometimes a mess

The big moon peeks through the crack in my curtain and shines into my eyes like a spotlight. The rooster crows, and I am awake. But I don’t want to move. I feel so good, so warm, comfortable and right in myself. I will just lay still and all will be well.  Right?

There is a small but vocal part of my inner self that wishes I was a better housekeeper. A clear open space feels so good. It is a delight to the eye and restful to all the senses. But, for the most part, I am involved in the work of meal times, active parenting, homeschooling, keeping the garden, and those few hours of work away from home that always add up to more than I think they will. The house does not get the most of my attention, until it’s over the top.

Our house is small. We all sleep in one room, which is also the living room, dining room, and location of the only closet, which is also a pantry and tool shed.  The kitchen is also the laundry room and library. Upstairs is an office, a closet, and often a mess. Did you notice that I haven’t mentioned a dedicated place for the kid’s stuff?  There’s a reason for that.  We ran out of room in the house shortly after our first year of living here. This place was not designed with family and food storage in mind. There is not a place for everything, and even if there is a place for many things, their place is not tucked neatly behind a closed door. Much of the stuff of our lives is in plain view. The only closing doors we have here are exterior ones.mess 3

It’s a good thing to have company coming, first because it is precious to visit with extended family who live far away, and then also because it causes us to make this small, jam-packed house suitable for hosting much loved guests.

The new outbuilding, now christened le chateau, is finished, which is really to say just finished enough to move things into. So, in the spirit of creating a space we can share,  we began to move things. Boxes of hand made baby quilts from people we love. Boxes of old pictures and books, boxes of crafts and fabric, a box of yarn that has to stay on top so I can get to it easily.

Levon is pretty sure he's going to move into le chateau as well.

Levon is pretty sure he’s going to move into le chateau as well.

Behind the boxes, there was dust, lots of dust, and a little mold, especially in the corners. The sun was shining and I was feeling good about tackling it. It always feels good to see a mess go away on a sunny day. But by last night, I was not feeling so good anymore. I was sneezing violently. My eyes were pink and runny and my nose was dripping like a sugar maple (thank you, Shannon, for that phrase). My head felt like a hot air balloon. I was a mess.

When I am in this condition, my Fellow Man always says that I should wear a mask. I know he means well, and he’s right. If I had worn a face mask when I was down in the corner scrubbing the mold out and dusting out that nasty old dust I might not have gotten into this situation. But once my nose starts dripping, I just can’t stand the thought of a dust mask. Sneezing in a dust mask is just about exactly my idea of a bad time.

So this is why I lay in bed, with the moon in my face, holding perfectly still. Because I knew that when I moved, I would lose the beautiful equilibrium of sleep and begin sneezing again. And I was right, but that’s OK. I believe that the worst is over now.

I want you know that if are ever reading this blog and it makes you feel in any way bad, like you wish you had something you don’t, or that you don’t have it together, and our lives are pure beauty – it’s baloney. We’re all a mess sometimes, AND all our lives are beautiful – that means yours too.

Yes, we radical farmwives live in some lovely places. We spend a lot of time outdoors. We work for ourselves and live in full contact with our partners and children. And we write about it, to share it with you. None of this exempts us from the basic challenges of humanity.  There’s always a ragged edge in life somewhere.  Sometimes we just tuck it under – and sometimes we have to pull it out and give it a good shake.

J.M.W. Turner "The Rainbow"

J.M.W. Turner “The Rainbow”

One more day of cleaning, and the house will really feel better, and so will I. Knowing this, I am able to watch the light creeping into the sky and write this love note into the cyber-universe.

There’s always a choice to be made inside. I can stay down in the dark, wallowing in my feelings of inadequacy and messiness, or I can turn on the light, fetch a fresh handkerchief (and maybe a face mask), and get back to work.

The moon has set now, the sky is changing its palette from deep blue, transitioning in shades of purple and pink. Soon the morning sun will be sparkling in the frozen tree tops. After that, it will touch the hard frozen ground and thaw the day.

Today, I choose to bring on the light – how about you?

9 thoughts on “sometimes a mess

  1. I always enjoy your writing, it is so descriptive and beautiful. Hope you feel better soon. We are in the midst of house updates, and it is all a mess, I do not know where to start. . So I do not start. sleeping on this mattress on the floor for a long time, and piling up laundry into messy piles, for even longer times, but who cares. . . Just need outside time though, like you.

    • the more of my floor that i can see, the better i feel. at least we can know that it will all change eventually. your comment reminded me of a sign on the wall of a good friend of mine… “If a woman’s work is never done, why start?”. I hear sleeping closer to the floor is really good for you. 🙂

  2. I see that I am not the first to offer thanks for your words and your message. ‘We’re all a mess sometime,’ how true. My take on this says that ‘Life is an Oscillator.’ It’s nice to hear that message from someone else from time-to-time. This post has provided a much needed pat-on-the-back. Thanks. D

    • As always – thanks for reading. We all need pats on the back time to time. I feel strongly that the best possible use of this tool/toy that the world wide web has become might be to remind ourselves, over and over, that we’re more alike than different and can choose beauty and love, over and over.

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