The curried eggplant ratatouille was hot, the fire warm. It was the end of a long, but productive day. I, much like the gruel, was cooked. The only distractions in two days of labor setting the slate tiles in the new kitchen was a double spin on Saturday and a 10K run around the frozen track in the park yesterday. On Saturday my right hamstring held up to the load and yesterday the left piriformis barked only once. Good dog. Maybe positive process does present progress!
I am pleased on both fronts. The building and the re-building. There needs to be flow. A time to heal. It helps to have a point of focus. A task, a goal, a project. Meaning. It might work out, all tiles perfectly in row. Or it might not. There will be cracks, offsets, rough edges. Tiles will break.
The process is underway. We are here. This is now. Perhaps the training diligence begun will one day create some small victory in some small event. Maybe the next tile will be perfect, unblemished, flawless. A snapshot of our light. Or maybe not.
That isn't the point.
The point is in doing.
Risking an error. Taking the chance. Experiencing the creative process. Assuming responsibility for the victories as well as the defeats. Life.
Like a tile floor. Or a bowl of homemade soup.
Too good to say no.
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