Cleaning off the table at the end of the week . . . there is much I want to remember and savor here. After two very challenging first weeks, this week was wonderful. The weather. Walks outside. Star gazing. Beach time. Books. Poetry. Writing. Exploring. Wallace’s morning circle. Making wreaths. Shakespeare. Music lessons. Expanding our timeline. Looking at works of great art. Math with Papa. These are the things of my homeschool dreams.
The way this farm nestles into this little valley on this land I so love — it takes my breath away every time we emerge from the woods to find this place so illuminated. Sharing it today with a dear family friend made it all the more lovely.
Wendell Berry has a poem that describes it beautifully:
“Sometimes our life reminds me
of a forest in which there is a graceful clearing
and in that opening a house,
an orchard and garden,
comfortable shades, and flowers
red and yellow in the sun, a pattern
made in the light for the light to return to.
The forest is mostly dark, its ways
to be made anew day after day, the dark
richer than the light and more blessed
provided we stay brave
enough to keep on going in.”
— Wendell Berry, “The Country of Marriage,” HBJ: 1975
It looks so care free. But it wasn’t care free today. He has been struggling against napping — and today was one of those days. I ended up exhausted and unraveled by dinner time, because when he is awake it is hard to do anything except be with him. I love to be with him. But sometimes the only thing I want in the world is to complete a task without being interrupted. Maybe even to think a complete thought. And write it down.
I use my camera as therapy and try to write things down later — when everyone is in bed and the house is quiet and dark. And I should be sleeping . . . but here I am looking at photos of him.