Monday, September 22, 2014
After a big conflict between sisters in the house, some house work and a morning so similar to a thousand other mornings in my life, I sit down on the steps in front of my house to wave off my husband and son going to the motocross track. And I feel love.
With conflicts, tears, screams and banging doors. With excitement, organizing, packing equipment, snack and drinks. With boring house chores and repetitive routines. With the annoying cat who always needs to go in and out from a closed door or window even if at least 2 other exits of the house are standing wide open - just because he wants attention.
I feel love when I see father and son walking down the stone path behind the house to the car, chatting about motocross and what is to be expected this afternoon. The little boy almost dancing his steps away in bliss, the man steady as a rock with big grounded steps. I feel love when one daughter apologizes sincerely to another and tells her she loves her and that everything is fine now. The conflict is solved, the tension is gone. I feel love when sitting down on my door step watching my son's face so lit up with joy and anticipation on the passenger seat in the big blue van. He is ready for the adventure of the day.
The van drives down the road and disappears around the corner. The house turns quiet and calm. And I nip off some bloomed out flower crowns from my geraniums, some dried up leaves. Sitting there in the midday sun thinking that life is great just the way it is. And I can feel the ordinary love in my ordinary life and how exquisite it actually is. I can stop chasing the dream, the fantasies, the love... I have it all right here. On my door step. Ordinary. A perfectly imperfect life with flaws and all. I just could not ask for more.
PS Thank you all for your enormous response on my Nordic Wrist Warmers. Pattern is being written down as we speak. I hope to release the pattern in multiple sizes very soon. THANK YOU!