AphroditeGoneAwry
failure to thrive
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- Feb 20, 2009
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Today i broke ground for my abode in the clearing in our woods. how i got to this place is a story in itself.......my life story, pretty much. lately, i have increasingly felt this need, this drive, to work at something meaningful with my own two hands, using my mind--challenging myself in ways i was always afraid of before. since the woods has always been my solace; and building with rock has always excited me; and the idea of my own space--physical and personal and emotional space--has been whispering sweet nothings in my ear, enticing me with promises of sanctity and peace and near nirvana, i finally acquiesced and picked up the shovel and dug in.
I set out first thing after chores this morning with the baby in the backpack. the baby in some ways makes it easier. keeps it simple. i fancy i am like native women of yesteryear, working at daily tasks while rearing children alongside. i work with him on my back. i set him on the warm earth to feel last year's long grass turned to hay, to touch tentatively the cool, damp, black dirt, to taste the twigs on the ground. i take breaks often, nursing him, or smiling at him in between pulling incessant running roots that don't want to give up their hold on the sacred earth. with warm, morning sun shining on us from the east, i note where my sink will be, where a small garden will catch the most light. i feel happy. as close to content as i have felt in a long time.
I set out first thing after chores this morning with the baby in the backpack. the baby in some ways makes it easier. keeps it simple. i fancy i am like native women of yesteryear, working at daily tasks while rearing children alongside. i work with him on my back. i set him on the warm earth to feel last year's long grass turned to hay, to touch tentatively the cool, damp, black dirt, to taste the twigs on the ground. i take breaks often, nursing him, or smiling at him in between pulling incessant running roots that don't want to give up their hold on the sacred earth. with warm, morning sun shining on us from the east, i note where my sink will be, where a small garden will catch the most light. i feel happy. as close to content as i have felt in a long time.