The Hobbit Castle.

It is a rainy day at our new home on the edge of the universe. I am writing from the loft of the Hobbit Castle (the name appropriately given to this place by the creative and wise Connie). I am surrounded by sleeping dogs and husband, a purring cat at my feet. We moved this past weekend and are finally finding our way towards feeling rested. It was a big move. We have a lot of stuff. I mean, a seriously LOT of stuff. And, anyway, it wasn't just our house we were moving, it was the studio, too. That, my friends, is a lot of moving!

This post isn't turning out nearly as poetic as I was hoping for, but I will say that we love it out here. I'm quite positive that I have never seen my animals so happy--all 5 of them! We've been having problems with the well and even though we've been without running water for the past 3 days, I STILL love it out here! Did I mention that we don't have propane for the stove yet either? It's a bit rustic out here at this point...but we DO have electricity! I admit, I love rustic. It makes me feel grounded. It makes me feel connected.

Seriously, I am beside myself with happiness. A calm, comforted, deep breathing sort of happiness.

The rain slides down the big, slanted windows in the living room. A blue heron stands hunkered down in the middle of the pond. Last night we listened to the howling and yipping of coyotes. There are more stars out here then we know what to do with.

I don't know why I was away from this kind of life for so long, but I will say that it feels really, really, deeply good to be back.

And now...I am off to brew a pot of coffee and walk through the rain over to the studio with all of my wet dogs. There is still so much unpacking left to do...and yet I am enjoying every step of it. I am exactly where I am meant to be. And that is a very, very good feeling.

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die discover that I had not lived.” ~Henry David Thoreau.

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