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 falls out of the tree without even thinking about it.” Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours.

I feel myself falling, if not into enlightenment, into bliss.