Win or lose today thanks to all candidates who ran for election. You’ve sacrificed comfort, pleasures, dinner at home with your family to be out on the campaign trail, working to make our democracy a more perfect union. Thank you for your effort and sacrifice. Trusting those who do get elected will work hard, even compromise to make our city, state and country better!
Just for this moment – right where you are – notice the Earth holding your body. Feel your pulse beat in your veins. Let breath clear your lungs. Surrender all intention, effort, purpose. Feel your humble heart beat. All is well.
Imagine yourself sailing toward a horizon of possibility. Miniatures let us enter another world of magic, make-believe, and adventure. Miniatures have a strange evocative power to transform us from ordinary people standing in museums to pirates, or a wealthy heiress with a yacht at our command. What adventure do you imagine for yourself onboard this fine ship? Part of the Door County Maritime Museum’s collection of ship models.
Look what’s blooming! Fall anemone. A friend says she finds changing seasons soothing. These blooms fill me with a sense of awe. The holiness of nature awakens all the emotions…happiness, sadness, expectation, regret. Anemone blooms Mark the passage of time; the oars of time dipping and pulling us into the next new moment. School starts today. There are lots of parents and children feeling that tug of time pulling us into the next new moment.
One of the best treats about being married to Prince Charming is that he loves to plan wonderful get-aways for the two of us. Often I’m happy returning to one of the wonderful retreats he’s found, but P.C. loves the excitement of novelty. Lucky me! Our son, Ben, just moved from Salt Lake City to Columbus, Ohio. For the first time since Ben graduated from high school, he’s now just a day’s drive away. No matter how old our children…
Hope your Tuesday is just ducky! We’re at that point in the summer when the sand at the top of the hour glass is growing smaller. Hope as you look at the grains of sand in the bottom of your hour glass you see a collection of treasured moments. Those least tangible, least material moments when children’s cast off toys remind us of the JOY of summer.
A friend loaned me Thomas Merton’s Book of Hours. It makes perfect reading on these hot, steamy days when the only sounds outside are cicadas and the shout of children jumping into swimming pools. After a busy two weeks filled with company, meetings and deadlines, it was lovely to escape the heat in my studio, drinking in Merton’s words “The man who is unripe cannot get there, no matter what he does or does not do. But the ripe fruit…
Ready for the 4th of July with red, white and blue. Thanks to Barbara for her generous gifts of a treasure trove of linens. Such fun finding places to display these beauties.
The fireflies are lighting up the night sky. I heard the first cicada chorus on my walk last night. I walked by two little girls eating an ice cream cone in their swimsiuts smelling of chlorine and suntan lotion. The sights, sounds, tastes and smells of summer. Sweet summer is here! What makes it summer for you? Leave a reply in comments.
Every year butternut leaves fall at the end of June. It reminds me of a favorite passage from Ted Kooser’s book, Local Wonders: “Gold in the grass, gold falling from above, even little flurries of gold that lift from the grass and rise back into the air as if they weighed nothing, and, in fact, nothing they weigh. And all for free.” Enjoy your weekend and all the free joy and beauty right at your feet.