Knots and crevasses in the wood make mysterious pictures and words. Tree pictographs. What do you think this beam in the loft room is saying? Wood speaks, sings, and I am sure this word is going to give meaning to something, on down the road.
Look here, the loft room just waiting for me to move into it, it is beckoning me to come inside with all my newly collected tools of my trade. About now I am ecstatic because things are really happening! As I post this, the plasterer is about finished with the taping, and tomorrow will be back to perform his artful texture.
Now looking through the doorways into the loft room, I am so much more encouraged than I was back in February, with a Then & Now post. These are rooms taking shape, rooms that have impacted my life, and will again, in a deeply profound way. So many times I would photograph through the front doorway, and capture the bliss of the woods as if through a magic portal, and post here on my blog with a thought of the day. And now we finally have a front door exactly as the former door was.
I do feel a great sense of release of the unbearable heaviness of loss and of waiting. It is such a tremendous gift that I am even here posting these progress photos with you, about something that feels so much like a death & rebirth in a span of a few years, but ripples out into my life in the furthest way, arousing a constant resonating gratitude.
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” Po ” . . . to me, in this moment,
translates to ” peaceful offerings ” from the mountain.
Stay tuned, so much is happening now, and I will no doubt be back very soon.