A wise, dear friend once taught me our Soul-Purpose in this world is to tend our Sacred Garden. I believe this to be true. This same friend, who understands the freedom found in cultivating ones’ own life, is now serving time in the state penitentiary. A paradox in many ways and profound a mirror of something I deeply acknowledge: We teach what we most need to learn.
“Mom, pluhleeeeeeeez can we paint?!?!?” for the third time, this one laced with raw commitment and full-intent to play.
As I look around at the chaos of a half-cleaned, quarter packed Master Bathroom, and well — let’s just say the whole house look this way — I am wondering when order will reign in my home again.