We all take cues and garner support from our surrounding. Reminders of what is important, what is love, strength, kind, moral... This henna symbolizes STRONG. A reminder for me; but it's fading. So as I watch my tat fade, I wonder will I forget that I am STRONG?
As 5th graders all three of my girls had to do a presentation on a simple machine. All choose the glamorous pulley. And why not? But today I truly learned, experienced, embraced the beauty of a lever. OMG! So much power. Little effort resulting in huge pay offs. Staggering the difference a fulcrum and a long bar can make.
Nothing screams teamwork more that home construction. Yesterday, my part was to deconstruct the deck stairs. Preserving the stairs and risers for future use. Afterwards we cut and stacked lumber. For today we start wall construction, after finishing the removal of the stairs from the deck. The wonder bar and hammer are my friends.
The challenge has been put out there. The offer made. Wachusett, with a friend, the boss this Saturday. Leaving at 5AM. Home by 10. Now the decision. Do I go? Do I feel strong enough? Am I ready? I have two days to decide.
Solo riding to Mt Wachusett is huge. Roughly 90 miles round trip with a mountain climb in the mild. It looms before me. I fear it's impossible. That I won't make it. But then I remember riding up Carter Dr seemed an impossibility too. Keep moving forward.
The other night I was invited to take on Brimstone Lane to the fire tower on Nobscot Mountain on a mountain bike. It was challenging and difficult but also liberating. I've never ridden a bike at night. You are pelted by insects as you ride. At the end I had one of these insects hanging in my shirt. A Big Bug Yikes.
There is awe and a sense of accomplishment when you actually can see your own handiwork. A month ago we planted hundreds of lettuce seedlings. Now those plants are ready to harvest. To go home to be enjoyed by Stearns Farm shareholders. Amazing.