I recently found this in our draft journal entries. I have no idea why I didn't publish it back in July of 2013. Here it is, for posterity, two years later.
This morning, I will assemble a concrete form for the timber frame workshop we are building in August. Soon, I'll pad down to the worksite in bare feet, ready to prepare the foundation for an epic building which will become central to both Tara and my creative pursuits for the rest of our lives. I can't think of a single thing I'd rather be doing with my life.
In fact, I can distinctly recall saying tens, if not hundreds of times over the course of the last two years, I just want to be in the woods! For ages it has been my catch-all admonishment for anything I don't want to do. Today, It wasn't a literal wish to be in a forest, it was to be here, just as I am now.
At long last, I'm here. And now, I'm trying to recognize and appreciate it for everything that it is.
I have a task to perform, I've deemed it meaningful, and I possess all the skills and tools needed to complete it. For me, this is perfection. At last, my mind is still. I've stepped off the möbius strip of desire and the truth is sitting in front of me, obvious as ever: be here now.