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Yesterday I spent a couple of hours working in my garden. It wasn’t much, this couple of hours, but it was perhaps the most satisfying thing I’ve done in…well, at least several weeks. I’ve neglected my garden a bit this year, and that breaks my heart. As always, intentions were good, and as always, life gets in the way. Yesterday I put the breaks on and breathed my yard once again. I performed surgery, and hopefully all is not lost.

Things are coming together, connecting, in a way that I can’t quite gasp. I have a sense of where I’m trying to go with my work--writing, job, life--if not an insight of how to get there. Spiritually, things are happening, things breaking into the light and dark a certain way, one of those periods where you re-evaluate what is important without necessarily being consciously aware you are doing so.

And then you go garden for two hours.

I wrote this weekend as well, particularly yesterday morning. Getting the writing back into my M-F workweek is still proving difficult but it is a part of my weekend again. I am terribly behind on letters owed to friends. But in my head, a lot of things are dancing, a lot of sparks are being flung, and my sense of self (or, more accurately, selves) is acutely strong. There are things I need, and things I must build.

Is it complicated, with the kids and marriage and career and the endless need to do five things at once? Yes, but really, this is not something one should ever complain about. I simply must make it work, and it is on me to do everything with integrity, with heart, and with an openness towards the universe. It is the dance.