After lunch, a quiet settles over the village. It is baking hot outside, so people take naps inside. No one is walking around except the goats grazing. My shirts have dried in the sun and it’s time for me to take them in to fold. I walk out with my wash basin to gather the warm clothes and pins, and I just stop to bask in the quiet. All my movements become slow and contemplative.
Although I love early mornings when it’s still dark and I can write or pray, I also love bright afternoons, when the simple life shows its beauty:
Ah, Sarah, how delightful to go with you out to take your laundry in, to see the goats, and almost feel the heat. Here at your Alaska home it has warmed up to about 10 above and the snow is still waist deep in our yard. Wouldn’t it be fun to intertwine these two worlds? It was very special to hear your stories, and share some of ours, when you were here. Blessings,
Dotty
Reminds me of the bliss of afternoon naptimes when my kids were sleeping. I miss those days. Thanks for reminding me to appreciate the simple things.
Sooo…have you milked one of those goats yet?
We’re starting to talk US2 reunions, and your gmail address came back to me. Do you have a different one you can check while there?
Can you believe its been almost two years already?!