Monk-ie boy!

Reminds me of when we were building the house and living without  windows, doors or screens or electricity. When the sun went down the mosquitoes feasted so we’d get under the mosquito net and stay there til morning talking about everything. We would check one another for ticks and joked about being monkeys. We were just married and there was a lot of things from our past to process together and many hopes to re-shape to our shared life. We were alone without obligations to family or friends and we were sharing a big project. It was a good environment for growing as one. It made us think of monastic life because it was barren of the things of the world and all things familiar, and it was centered around a simple life style with a single focus – us. We joked that we were not monkeys but monk-ies. Still are…