or was it road closed that I read? It was staked at the edge of a cliff with the roaring sea below ready to engulf our scuffed and grazed Citroen rental. Really, yah think? Good thing we were looking far ahead as my father’s words of wisdom is forever ingrained in my head about driving; look toward the horizon and you will not miss a thing. Sure enough, I am certain my driving record is nearly accident free as a result of giving myself enough time to brake or maneuver from unfortunate conditions that occurred in front of me. We turned to the sun-weathered face of the all black shrouded hitchhiker we had just pick up further up the dirt road and it remained stoic, just as we spotted her from the side of the road. She was not concerned about the road ending, surely, she had known but had enough confidence in my friend’s driving skills that she didn’t as much lift a finger of warning. I guess having lived a long and rugged life and now being widowed, she may have been at peace if we did take that plunge. Every time I see a sign with those words I think about that drive we shared with the silent stranger whom I was hoping was heading home to shower or maybe into town to purchase a bar of deodorant, cornstarch…something to absorb the impenetrable layered funk. Breathing through our mouths with all windows down, we finally could smell the fragrant fields of oregano when she tapped the driver on his shoulder and pointed to the upcoming intersection. Here? But there’s nothing but a junction, I wondered how long she waited for her next chauffeur to come her way.In one of our walks over the summer, we witness another sign. This one alerted the reader with more time, other than ambling into spindly thicket, the end wouldn’t have been your final journey. It was a stroll without a laudable goal, it was still summer after all when doing nothing is something in and of itself—an art form. Quality idle time that pairs well when grilling, floating in a pool of water, or promenading with nowhere in mind. I blame summertime ennui to my carefree impromptu and deserting projects of all kinds around the nest. Except for some organizing and purging, I made the decision to ditch the plans for the start of the school year. Clothes that we outgrew loaded in the car bound for donation, piles of paperwork for shredding…just a little organization and extraction makes for a more distilled and purposeful space in the nest and in my heart.Excesses and chaos paralyzes me. In my head, a beautiful nest is one with purposeful, accessible and useful items. It brings me to my better self and to a better life. And so, this is how I accept reluctantly the Fall schedule. There is nothing sensible about it, this season of school. Tight schedules are hard on our bodies and our souls and now we have terrible commutes in different directions to throw into the mix. It’s not fun. When I am home, I like to enjoy a space that works for us instead of against us like our schedules. What are you doing in your nest to make things tangible and uncomplicated?