I apologize to those who lean towards my blog to keep up with how we're doing, the past few weeks have been...not hard, really. There's just a feeling in the air (or in the heart) that something isn't quite right. It goes way beyond having a new baby, beyond the odd summer weather, beyond worrying about money to pay for the new roof. All in all, I'd say it's very similar to the feelings we get each fall, as the human body gears up for our own form of hibernation. Typically, we put to rest the frolicking of the summer, the freedom to do what we want, whenever we want. We store up resources, get prepared to stay inside where it's warm and dry, where winter predators don't seek to use our lives to prolong their own.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France.
We're searching for what makes our hearts happy, for what makes us content. And that is unsettling, to say the least. It's hard to admit that we don't have everything at this moment. And it's hard to sift through our options and find what else will fill our souls. So our house is full of searching. People seem discontent, myself included. I'm stepping back from a lot of online things, hoping to realign that particular time waster.