There are two ways in which it can be wonderful to feel weary: if it's from hard physical labor, or if you're a soul singer. Anyone who's had the misfortune of standing next to me during a rendition of Happy Birthday knows my current contentment stems from the former. Like returning to a long lost love, I cut and hauled firewood and then did some trail maintenance. It's earthy and rich and vibrant out in those woods--and exactly where I belong.