|Sunrise, February 17th.|
This morning when I peeked my eyes open I saw that the sky was pink and multi-textured. It was a clarion call. I jumped up, grabbed some clothes and my camera.
The sky was brilliant, as far as the eye could see. And the sky is big here. I couldn't decide what to do, rub my eyes in amazement, or snap photos, so I did a little of each.
We live on an amazing planet.
So please, remember to celebrate each new day.
|It seems a jumble of planks and beams doesn't it?|
Can you see the basic deck in the background?
The yurt project is coming along, slowly. Wood needs to be massaged into its appropriate place. We are hand-crafting a deck. Each cut tells a story: A warped board, a dull saw, a steady hand, a tired back. It is all there for the cautious eye to behold. It is happening, but slowly. It is happening, but surely. Each day is a new challenge. Each afternoon at quiting time, a new victory.
I am somewhere between jubilation and frustration.
There are reasons to celebrate.
Hey, I'm building a yurt! Not so simple, but eminently elegant.