Two things are currently making me really happy and considerate of that happiness. The first is space. I am extremely responsive to the space around me, and I am amazed at how easily I forget that fact. Like eating well, I definitely notice a significant mood change when I am operating in an organized space. The room that I live in currently was basically an utter disaster since my arrival. To be fair, I have not exactly been around much to fix that problem. However, I always felt anxious and disoriented when I stayed in this room, but yet this room is the most logical place for me to get the “alone time” I crave. Why so anxious and disoriented? Obviously, the fact that the room was a tiny disaster where I could barely move two feet without risking injury. Even knowing this, I still let the situation escalate. Finally, a rapid whirlwind of energy seized me from my stupor, and I restructured the space with a ferocity akin to a wild bird creating her nest. Despite knowing how a clean space would affect me, I am still stunned. I am soothed, tranquil and warm as a fresh cup of tea. I see the gorgeous new yarn and new painting I acquired, on a dresser that is only covered in things I wish to be displayed (rather than random bric-a-brac diminishing the fine surface). The floor is open, and the space can actually thrum with my energy as opposed to getting splintered and caught on all the crap I let build up.
The second thing is horses (grammar nazis, I am aware those subjects do not agree, please put the mental red pens away). I am in the unique situation of having an occasional opportunity to help tend some horses. A woman in my father’s church, we shall dub her Epona, has multiple Thoroughbreds that she and her family board at a nearby stable. Seeing as how they do all the work themselves, Epona’s normal crew (namely her, her husband and daughters) are sometimes unable to make it to the farm every day. Thus, I am on call in case of such an occurrence. I love horses. Before I pursued the arts, I was fervently in love with riding and anything that had to do with taking care of such creatures. I dreamed of horses in waking hours, and rode them through the night in my dreams. A certain event caused me to voluntarily end my riding career, but over the years I have sorely missed being around the animals. Being in a barn, and grooming Epona’s fine (if somewhat feisty) steeds gives me a glow that absolutely consumes the whole of my torso. I don’t know if I could adequately communicate this deep passion for horses, but suffice it to say it is not something that went away just because I quit riding. The situation is further enhanced by the fact that Epona is a lovely woman who enjoys good conversation while the work commences. Being in a barn among good equine and human company is not a joy I expected to discover here in New Jersey, but the Lord’s surprises are endless.
This day was productive as well as a blast. I began the day with some errands, during which I acquired a new lamp for the living room area. I am a creature that really enjoys light, and while my apartment is lovely, one of it’s short-comings is that it does not let in light very well, and at night it is almost ridiculous. I had a lamp in the far corner, a gap of shadow, and then the portion lit by the kitchen fixture. While I could certainly see well enough to walk around safely (at least as much safety as a natural klutz can expect), for someone who enjoys crafting and reading at all hours, not being able to adequately see stitches and words is extremely vexing. Enter super-cheap-and-awesome standing lamp that brightens the room so much I feel as though I didn’t even know how much darkness I was dealing with all this time. Anyway, the day wore on and I found myself taking in The Dark Knight Rises with ZeldaStark and Baloo. I have been dying to see this movie, and I was not disappointed. Some minor things bugged me, but overall I was just as engaged as I was with the last two films. Then on to an afternoon of knitting, spinning, and breaking in ZeldaStark’s new TV with a deliciously awful movie on SyFy called The Snow Beast. I have a deep love of bad science fiction films, and this one certainly did not fail to delight me with its terrible script, cheesy effects, and generally tacky plot. Plus, ZeldaStark happily shared in my banter so I was not alone in my silliness. I arrived home, put together my lamp, and I also tested a new cleaner for my dining room table. Considering the table is wood, I was putting off cleaning it until I got some Pledge. Well, after a conversation with the lovely Persephone, I decided to purchase a product from 7th Generation, which uses a plant based formula rather than harsh chemicals. I am pleased to report that the table looks divine. I know this preoccupation with cleaning may seem a little silly, and in my CT years, even into early MD, I would have scoffed along with you. However, after living in conditions where I could never fully keep a place neat, I have found a solace in cleaning that keeps parts of me together. As a self-proclaimed control freak, I recognize that I can’t control 99.9% of my world or the things that happen to me. Also, as someone who is moving around a lot, I do not have the luxury of consistent permanent spacial conditions. What is consistent are my routines, and cleaning has the added benefit of being a way I can control my space. I am certainly not OCD about it, I only do a hardcore scrub once a week, but the task gives me a healthy outlet. My dad used to lament that neither of his daughters had an ounce of his neat freak habits. Well padre, you certainly won in the end with this offspring (I just got excited over new wood cleaner for heaven’s sake!!). Oh well, twas a good day :).