A bit journaling...
I am thinking of lines from a May Sarton poem ("The invocation of Kali"):
Help us to be the always hopeful
Gardeners of the spirit
Who know that without darkness
Nothing comes to birth
As without light
Oh yes, it's hard sometimes to be the always hopeful gardener of the spirit.
And again I am turning to good food to feel grounded.
And I am ever so grateful for this little house on land, I own for nearly 10 years now.
This is the first time we saw it. It looks different now. But it still has the same peaceful mood I sensed when I visit it for the first time.
And this is Svea in a garp of the area we live in.
It was during kindergarten time. (She may not like this one now)