The Day is A Song

We have moved through this day as if it were a song, the kind of song that is played on a Celtic harp, a song that could have been written by Toirdhealbhach Ó Cearbhalláin ( O'Carolan). There is a gentle melody to this day. Work done with glad hearts for we do understand that "work is love made visible". I watch Emery's hands move with grace and strength, a combination so that is so beautiful to watch. Windows washed, hay feeders re-built, bird feeders mended....the things of which "to do" lists are made of. A stolen kiss when paths cross during chore time. Laundry hung, curtains washed and a new curtain rod hung. A hutch dusted and decorated with a bit of fall. Leaves and acorns. Pine cones too, ones that fell from the trees we planted together. We work as one, even when the tasks are different. The same goals, the same deep love for our home, our land, our simple life. As the sun lowers in the western sky, the tasks become slower as if you can hear the ending of the days song coming. The music will change with the setting sun....it will be softer, less merry, but never sad. It will be calming and wishing upon a star kind of music. Hand holding in the crisp evening air as our steps take us from the final chores of the day and bring us inside for our evening meal and lamp light. This is what simple living is all about.