Recently, my dad seems to have discovered what a great source of cheap labour his son is and has thrown me head first into the life of a hard working class man. I've been spending the mornings and afternoons of the past couple of weeks working with the workers at my dad's new house. Carrying up bags of cement, tiles and other stuff that weighs almost as much as I do to the 2nd floor, Shovelling dirt, cleaning floors and moving machines for hours. Raking and piling stones, burning weeds and generally sweating blood for a few hours a day.
What a great experience.
Really. Its hard to describe but after my days work is done I begin to see my fathers dream unfold before my eyes. We've all had it quite rough since my mother left, especially my father since his idea of building a home for his family came to a complete standstill for awhile. But now everything seems to be rolling once again and my sister, my father and I are working closer and harder to make it happen. I see this as one my greatest lessons so far, if not only because I'm slowly learning what it takes to accomplish something like this (and hopefully one day will do so myself).
Tonight I finally laid down in my drive way and stargazed for a good 40mins. I realized that that peace and inner quiet one finds when doing so is still there. I was unconciously scared I might not have found it ...maybe thats why I have been putting it off for so long.
Later