My house talks to me. When it starts making a good solid clunking sound as the sun heats the roof past a certain temperature, I know that summer is on the way. It’s been months since this happened but now, each morning when I hear it, I know the day will be warm. Yesterday was the first Saturday morning for some time that I sat outside in the sun among the shells, stones and bleached driftwood and bones collected from the beach, listening to the sound of birds and the surf. Bliss! Before I knew it I was dead-heading the arctotis. No commitments, no demands on my time, I’m just relaxed and being spontaneous. I have a real sense that I am exactly where I should be, doing what it best for my spiritual, physical, emotional and mental health, so like I said . . . Bliss!