Today is Westacre Day minus 200, and this week exciting things have happened. Things to make me dream and plot and plan and really get into the spirit of things.

I bought two books about permaculture and related things. One is huge and scary and implies that I need to know about things like phosphates and shade tolerance. Right now, I'm at the stage of trying to get two tomato plants to survive the wildly changing weather. Thankfully, the other book is friendly and small and really inspiring. It gives you some idea as to what step comes before the other when you're dreaming up your permaculture garden. Makes me want to play with those maps Alex is half way to finishing.

Next, I tried to customise a new web site for myself on WordPress and failed miserably. Everything I tried to do had hitches. All I managed was adding a link to a friend's web site. But making menus that are separate blogs, one for the building project and one to replace this one didn't work. Bit frustrating, really. But just now, in the middle of typing this, I've found another possible way of doing it, that doesn't seem to care how many menus I want. So now I'm all fired up again and wanting to play with that. If I can get that to work, I might still be able to launch my web site on the Summer Solstice. Don't hold your breath, though.

The single most exciting thing, though, was talking to Barry Patterson, who is going to create some pieces of music for us. I'll be using them on our video blogs and on my online courses, once they get there. As it happens, Barry was looking to do more of his own recordings anyway, so this is going to be mutually beneficial. Don't you just love it when that happens. Can't wait to get that final shot for the 'Welcome to Westacre' video and stick on some of Barry's flute music.

Things are happening, folks. I'm near bursting with enthusiasm. Soon, things will really start changing as Alex finishes his full time job (only 8 working days to go!) and starts doing practical things in his dad's bungalow. I foresee lots of travelling and lots of buckets of paint in my near future.

In the midst of it all, I breathe and remember the core of me. I remember that all these changes are part of the dance. All I have to do is find the rhythm and dance along.