A Full Day of Living

I cannot explain why, but I managed to happily get out of my sleeping bag and start walking up the hill towards the dinning yurt by 7 AM.

On the van ride to the school.

*Distractions...*

It is 10:30 PM. I woke up at 6:45 and have had a day of physical working.
Working with the kids on the garden building project was amazing. Even though it was hard work and exhausting at times I feel so energized because of that experience.
In the past 2 hours I have really noticed something within myself. Once the van pulls away from Embercombe at 7:45 tomorrow morning I will not be back until Sunday or Monday. While that is only 4/5 days - a lot can happen in a day, and people come and go, and I will be away for 4 or 5.
With conversations that have been going on lately on top of the work load the never ending work (as is life) I found myself therapeutically in the kitchen after dinner tonight. I was not responsible for being in the kitchen, but that is where I found myself and after about an hour of kitchen time I realized it was a good space for me just then. I jumped to it and took the leads for lunch tomorrow. I think I felt like I needed to leave a gift to Embercombe before leaving for a short time. The reactions and what has been going on in my head since I realized I am going away for 5 days made me really not want to imagine what it is going to be live when I leave Embercombe less than 2 weeks before I fly to America. It will not be all sad, but good byes are something I am still growing (rapidly with my current lifestyle luckily) to handle without a heart break. It is fact that I will not see all of these people again and that no 2 days are ever alike. Knowing that has really helped me be able to have people and feelings come and go without feeling like I was getting pinned down and or tossed around by life.

It is nearly 11 PM (very late by Embercombe standards) and I am not very tired. Finished up in the kitchen not too long ago (leaving it spick and span as well as a meal ready for the 10 people going into the Paignton school tomorrow-Peanut/carrot/couscous=hippy mush), said good bye to Jim (he may still be here Monday but is currently scheduled to leave Sunday - and that may be best for him), as well as saying good bye to Elouise (who I have spent at least 20 hours with with out hands coated in soil together) who may be leaving Monday morning before I get back. I am proud to say even with all of the talk about people leaving and or not being here when I am - I am not sad. Lucy Lee too (not positive how to spell her name) but I am waking her up tomorrow (and need to ask her where she hung my laundry from last night) so I will be seeing her at least briefly again.

I love packing and that really is what I should be doing. Only 4/5 days. I am going to pack light - light as a bird is my dream. We will see if that dream comes true: so many other dreams in my life have been lately.