Life in the Slow Lane

I read Payne Hollow yesterday, and felt very content afterwards. That seems very close to paradise...steady hard work, outside, with the rhythm of the seasons, combined with art and music. The older I get, the harder it is to stay indoors. And the harder it is to neglect my violin in favor of hours of babysitting teenagers. They need my centeredness and borderline inappropriate humor and they are learning. That's why I'm there, but I'm drained each day, too drained to take care of myself. A change is coming, for sure.