I hope the people in your life support your kind of crazy. I’m of the notion that’s what makes life fun is when we align ourselves with souls who get our crazy.
I’m learning to appreciate empty spaces. I told my daughter, “By the end of the year this house is going to look empty, but it will still hold lots of love.” I just came in from working in the yard, and it still makes me smile to see the empty firepit, because up until a few days ago it was full of sticks. Saturday morning, I lit a fire and it was magic.
There’s nothing better in my opinion than the smell of a contained fire. Now, the pit is empty waiting to be cleaned, so it can sparkle all summer long. The fire pit is one of my favorite things, so it will remain in our life. What happened is I had loaded it for a fire, and then walked outside and realized it’s the end of May and I might have missed that season.
I lit it anyway.
Someone walked by and waved hello, and I waved hello in return. It didn’t bother me one bit what he might have thought. I began walking the yard, gathering sticks that had fallen during recent storms and threw them into the fire. It felt productive cleaning up the yard, plus it was a way to prolong the moment. Later on I mentioned to someone about lighting the pit and he said, “Whaaattttt? It’s 95 degrees outside!” Well, it wasn’t when I lit the fire. Was it crazy, or merely outside his realm of thinking?
It was a sunny Saturday in May and a little warm, but if it feeds your soul my darling, by all means…do it anyway.