Our gardening forebears meant watermelon to be the juicy, barefoot taste of a hot summer's end, just as a pumpkin is the trademark fruit of late October. Most of us accept the latter, and limit our jack-o'-latern activities to the proper botanical season. Waiting for a watermelon is harder. It's tempting to reach for melons,
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. May Sarton Gerry throws open the curtains in the bedroom and I see an outline of mountains across the valley visible through the smoke this morning. That’s improvement, and a good start to the week. Still, I feel the need to dig through my
Remember sun? It doesn’t take long before the oppressive smoke that forces us indoors begins to affect our mental health. When the apocalyptic-like days linger, I begin to wonder what it might be like if, for some reason, the absence of sunshine was just the way it was. It’s not a pretty thing to consider.
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude. Marcel Proust The smoke outside from the forest fires is brutal—the worst of the summer so far. I will venture out at some point to water the garden and harvest some vegetables; it will be a quick, and less than enjoyable, task.
In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart. John Bunyan I watch in stillness as the sun rises red over the mountain. Just a sliver at first through the lingering valley smoke, it becomes a glowing ball of fire heralding the beginning of a new day. I
There is no doubt that solitude is a challenge and to maintain balance within it a precarious business. But I must not forget that, for me, being with people or even with one beloved person for any length of time without solitude is even worse. I lose my center. I feel dispersed, scattered, in pieces.
Some things have to be believed to be seen. Madeleine L'Engle From where I sit, as day breaks, it looks like a foggy winter morning outside—but it is August, and the forecast for this day is 31C / 88F under clear skies. Our city is under a blanket of smoke from the forest fires again. It will