I've been feeling a bit restless, because although my Tiny Step initiative continues, I don't feel any closer to my Tiny House. ..I don't have land, I don't have a building trailer, no floor plans (official builders plans)... Just wishes and books and preparations. Then I came across a snippet of a poem from TS Elliot...
The visible reminder of the Invisible Light.
And it was in an article I was reading in Taproot magazine, by Jenna Woginrich, about how she had a dream to live on a homestead/small farm. And it resonated strongly with me...she was in her 20's (well, okay I'm slightly older), living paycheck to paycheck (same) , and only knew about homesteading from the books she read ...and says she couldn't really even afford the books!
This Tiny thing...I need it for so many reasons, on so many levels. And reading and planning...those things are my evidence of my Invisible Light...my quiet dream...my endless possibilities.
"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift". Mary Oliver
"Are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?" Mary Oliver, again.
Time to shower, leash up Henry and go for a wooded walk.