the things I do

those intense days again~ waking up before sunrise, snoozing, drinking blueberry tea, meditation, oh that meditation, and either rushing to pluck figs or milking/herding goats, then building and creating the village kindergarten in two mongolian yurts, and writing a few long emails,trying out new recipes, making some phone calls, boiling some jam, preparing classes, remembering to take those B12 pills, writing receipts, thinking some, and day dreaming, and catching myself getting carried away and bringing myself back to here and now, to whatever that might be again, folding the dough of some rye bread, dancing, mixing mud in the concrete mixer, having a beer to cool down…and time goes by. and each day ends and a new one starts.

like my teacher said, we got to carry and hold ourselves in love. that inspired me….