Time to get serious

In the last few weeks my hubby arrived with a 24ft truck full of crap to put away, I flew to San Diego to retrieve our mini-van, drove back with two goats, my best friend and her kids visited, I took them to Portland, drove to Washington to visit my grandmother, returned to Portland to celebrate with my sister, and I am finally home. I thought life in the country was supposed to be slower? Maybe life in general just goes by too fast. The winter is upon us. It's time to get serious. Our new guardian dogs will be ready to come home next week. They need a shelter, as do the goats and pig. We need fencing and firewood. Christmas will be in our house this year with my family, I need to get these boxes put away. I am feeling overwhelmed. I recently gave advice to take one thing at a time, doing only what is possible. I'm pretty good at giving out my advice, mostly because I don't use it anymore. I will do my best to stay present, to remain sane. I can only do what I can do....right? A few days ago, I had an amazing moment in which I stayed for as long as I could. Through divine intervention my hotel in Portland was upgraded to the presidential suite. Wow! My girls were with me on this trip but slept in their grandparents room. After all was settled, I laid on the bed, just soaking it all in. The warmth. The quiet. The alone time. It was glorious. Our trip to Portland was to attend a viewing of my sister's spot on Shark Tank. She had a classy intimate gathering at a local brewery. It was pretty magical. Love and support hung thickly in the air.  I enjoyed interesting adult conversation and delightful food. When I returned to the hotel that night, I took a luxurious hot bath. It was another moment that I totally immersed myself in. Breathing deeply. Being. In the morning, we went to the Farmer's market. Portland has such amazing food. I enjoyed a Mexican plate of roasted vegetables, white bean mash, greens, grilled tofu, and mole sauce. Holy Moly...YUM!!! It was freezing but the day was beautiful. I embraced my lack of diaper bag or stroller. I strolled freely. It was the hug my soul needed. Life is good!