My priorities are shifting. I can feel it as I plant snapdragons beside my mailbox, and weed the marigolds and violas that I planted last week. I can feel it as I prune the roses that I planted in my indoor flower box. It overwhelms me as I pull out my book of knitting patterns filled with baby hats and sweaters, and make plans to create a cute cable knit hat for a friend's baby due in November. I am stunned to find that I *must* buy the yarn *today*, and that I can't wait to tell another knitter friend of mine and show her the pattern.

I've felt the pull for awhile, but have fought against it. It's a strange sensation. An odd need to be domestic and activist at the same time. A strange urge to immerse myself fully in life and the earth and just live. Don't worry: I'm not going to be whipping out gourmet dinners any time soon, but I did try to bribe my husband with regular warm meals if he would buy a new vehicle. I know, sometimes even I am surprised at my shamelessness.

So, I don't know where this is going. I know deeply that it's a positive shift, especially as I feel my great-aunt's presence as I clip the edges of the flower beds with long handled shears. She always used a long scythe to cut the grass in the field behind her house, and I felt her in my arms as I gently guided the earth.