The old wood on these barn doors speaks to me. I'm always saying: "It's just so pretty!" to myself and others. My hands have caressed every inch of them, and I have been rewarded more than in kind. The magic in our own little triangle here never seems to stop. The problem is that I have to stop long enough to allow myself to let go, pay attention and feel our place so I soak it in. I know that every time I go out in the barn to dig, there will be some new discovery. I'd only just begun again this week, et voila! So, why don't I do it more? I'm about to. I've set next week aside to BE HERE and dig. I've exhausted myself with social engagements almost every night of the last 10 days. I expect there is going to be some "no" saying in my future. The life I cherish here is the sweet, peaceful, uncomplicated, solitary life of our "we"...the Chatette, Dali, Sam, Msr. Winkelmann, the Barn and St. Therese. When "we" are in sync...we are energized and unstoppable. Stand back! It's time!
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