In which my life is super awesome and I’m not worthy.

It’s Sunday, so we slept in. I got up around one o’clock, or maybe noon, and had something to eat, and then, because it was a gorgeous, warm, green, rainy spring day, I went outside to meditate.

“Lusk Creek,” or rather, the irrigation ditch alongside our property, is full and high and running fast. It sounds absolutely wonderful, full of gurgles and swishes.

It was raining, but the patio is covered, and a breeze was blowing so my wind chimes were ringing.

Water and wind chimes are two things I’ve always liked, and now here they are! In my life, where I can just enjoy them whenever I want! I can see running water from my living room window, and the house came with half a dozen old wind chimes the sellers didn’t bother to pull down! And there’s not just a carport, but a separate covered patio too?! Absolutely amazing how lucky I am. It’s as if the universe manifested this house just for me to love to live in.

I love the light in every single room. I love the odd layout. I love the location. I love the jewel-toned rooms. Other than the neighbor’s endlessly-barking dog, and the occasional summer party bumping Tejano music on the next block, it’s incredibly quiet out here. The weather is mild three seasons of the year, but even the scorching summers aren’t that bad because it always cools off at night.

I get the impression the Yeti merely likes the house, but I fucking dote on it. Furnishing and decorating my own house has been just as fun as I’d always suspected it would be, after renting nearly all of the past 35 years of my life. I doubt I have any decorating taste or talent, but I enjoy the shit out of looking around at my house. I love the little gold mirror flower decals over my altar (representing Amma’s White Flowers meditation technique), and the Vishnu in the hallway (a piece of art I bought, what, over fifteen years ago, and have never hung before?!).

I love two of the three rugs we’ve bought in the past year, and the third matches well enough (I just don’t care for the pre-distressed look currently trending in rugs). I’m super happy with the kitchen now that it’s white rather than yellow (although I’m considering switching out the hardware from copper to silver).

And though the yard is likely to be brown by July, right now it’s lush and green and lovely!

Whether we live here for three years or twenty, I will have enjoyed myself a great deal.

In other news, I planted more herbs in pots yesterday, and participated in an online/virtual retreat over the weekend that was restorative and nurturing. Yay!