It’s Not Always "All Good Days": One Successful Day in the OmDome

I enjoy writing down my list of chores and activities for the following day before I lay down to sleep under the dome. I find that when working from home we spend a lot of time tending to the house, keeping things clean and organized, working on mini-upgrades in our life, cooking delicious plant-based meals and treats.

Today I wanted to do all of these things (+ be a human):
• Steemit Socializing + Post
• Make Delicious Beverages Throughout the Day
• First Quarter Moon: Mull Over and Re-member Intentional Magic
• Yoga Practice
• Re-stretch Moose’s Shrunken Wool Shirt (Moose = Austin)
• Shower + Do Laundry
• Deep Clean Danner Boots
• Drive to Town for Groceries
• Herbivore’s Eggplant Parmesan (plants only + recipe below!)
• Enjoy Moose’s Homemade ‘Reese’s’ Squares
• Enjoy Chill Post-Dinner Time with Moose + Doogan
• Tarot Spread with Journal Reflection

Now as I am winding down towards sleep, I am very proud to say I did all the things. I am able to check off my entire list today.

I realize that sometimes it doesn’t seem fair that this is all I am asking of myself today. But right now in my life, I do not need to do anything else today, and I am not required to be anywhere else today. I don’t have kids, I did my schooling, I’m making my bills and I’m living. Chill? Chill.

I’m trying to keep myself on track with the steemit community, and I think this means regular involvement. Hence, I checked in with my steemit groups this morning and tried (but failed) to brainstorm the perfect entry for @gardengirlcanada’s Youth Contest. Another moment, perhaps.

Today was good. Yesterday was rough.

Emotions ran high and relationships of every manner were moved into question. I broke down after having an argument with Austin over my personal inability (past and present) to keep consistency in my actions and words.
I sobbed and shattered my spirits by the river and came back in to find my sweetie just as sad and unsure as I was about how to move forward. When we spend all our time with someone, we share so much energy, and it can be difficult to clear out the dust in the corners. Eventually it crumbles into our space and ruins our day.

After that emotional review and release, we set up the new stovepipe and gave each other some much needed space. I scrubbed clean the exterior canvas circumference of the yurt. I revived a box of half-molded books stores in the old broken down yurt. I started de-rusting an old worn out cast iron dutch oven. I dug a huge hole for our composting toilet. I discovered and deep cleaned thirteen glass spice jars. I did the dishes. I used a lot of physical tasks to move that energy clear from my system. Coming back to the yurt I felt welcomed and at peace again, we had settled our nerves and dusted our corners.

I’m a work in progress, and today? I progressed.

I woke up and made coffee for us lovers. During the rainy afternoon I made some rosemary + cinnamon + cocoa + coconut milk chai lattes for moose and I to share this rainy afternoon. Rosemary for purification + love, cinnamon to infuse protective successful energy, cocoa cause I f**kin love chocolate.

I took time to light incense and state some intentions for my day at my altarspace. Taking time to realign my altar with my needs, altering a spell-box and moving placement of some objects to bring a bit more harmony. Before laying out my mat and playing with yoga practice, I like to pull a tarot card to set my sights on and recognize its energy as I interact with the new day.

I pulled VI of Wands for my card of the day. While I do plan on sharing tarot spreads and my personal interpretations, for now here is a short excerpt of meaning from Biddy Tarot :

I’ve had a relatively crippling fear of driving since getting into a small-scale car accident last year. It’s not that I am scared to drive, I just feel very nervous about other drivers on the road, which leads to big anxiety. After having not driven alone for quite some while, I made the short and easy 20 minute drive to town (and back!) by myself today.

It’s the little things that count, remember?

In town I picked up deluxe groceries to make an Herbivore’s Eggplant Parm.
My mom always made delicious eggplant parm, and it seemed like she never used recipes. As far as I can tell she would look at the basic things needed for the meal and then eyeball everything. I figure once you get to understand some basic cooking concepts, it’s actually pretty dang easy!

I breaded my ½ inch eggplant moons after salt-sweating the bitterness out of them. (Rub with salt, let sit twenty minutes, rinse, dry, bread.) The breading was a three part dip, first bowl flour, second bowl almond milk, third bowl panko bread crumbs, ground cashews + garlic + nutritional yeast.

I cooked them in our little toaster oven at 400 degrees F and took three or four out at a time to braise in a fry pan while the rest were baking, cycling the whole batch through the process. Meanwhile, soybean pasta (protein score!) was cooking and my moose babe made us some garlic bread and delicious post dinner treats.

His Peanut Butter Squares were a delightful blend of coconut flour + crunchy peanut butter + vanilla extract + maple syrup layered with a melted mix of dark chocolate with a bit of peanut butter for texture.

It was a vegan fudge-reeses-melt-in-your-mouth-extravaganza. Including all the ingredients it made such a big batch we were amazed at how cost efficient we can make our own dairy-free peanut butter cups. We could even get less deluxe for a lower priced still delicious treat, and I’m sure we will try it with honey sometime soon! I honestly can’t stop thinking about eating more of them tomorrow!

We watched a movie and curled up on the couch with full bellies and warm hearts. As I’m writing this there are rain drops tapping their toes on the dome of the yurt. trickling down the canvas. The river sounds strong from its fullness, the wind is quiet in the pines.

My main goal in life is to reach a state of unshakeable contentment. Tonight, I am content.

It may be a fragile contentment yet, but there is so much bliss in every contented moment that I dare not take it for granted.

There are moments where the world feels full and welcoming, where your creative energy blooms and flowers seem to flourish in your footsteps.

There are also times when we feel so shaken and dis-connected from who we are that we lose ability to focus or interact with the world around us.

Here’s to more good days.

Till next time!