This past year, 2022, has felt like one looooong holding period. Which forced me to choose: either I could be chronically furious, frustrated, or I could let go and allow what needed to happen.
Lots of plans, but due to various injuries, chronic delay.
To give the most dramatic example: our new 12 foot yurt, which arrived in early April, still sits on my front porch. We were excited! Thought it would be up in the backyard by June, for WOOFERS and guests’ use three seasons of each year.
It’s presence on the porch makes it impossible to use that area otherwise . . .
What held up the yurt? The platform, which even now, sits only partially done.
Here’s the lumber to finish it.
And it’s not just the yurt. Son Colin Cudmore has a long list of projects to tackle. Then, last December, he began to endure the year from hell: first his back went out, then his shoulder, and finally his knee, which is just now, after months, getting to the point where he actually plans to walk for an entire mile today.
Oddly enough, his dog Kona broke his leg at about the same time as Colin’s knee went out. They’ve been invalids together, and are, together, beginning to return to life.
Meanwhile, though our major projects lie unfinished, our seasonal cycling — planting, growing, harvesting — went on without interruption, yielding wonderful results. Grateful.
Oh, and Colin plans to finish the yurt platform starting Tuesday, assuming all goes well.