"Solitude is the furnace of transformation." ~ Henri Nouwen, The Way of the Heart Just when it seemed that it wouldn't happen, it happened: Gerry left in the wee hours of this morning for his annual fishing trip. The road to his ocean destination is not fully open due to the wildfires, but they are
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” ~ Henry James The garden is growing, freezer is freezing, the dehydrator is humming, the canning shelves are filling, and it's oh-so-hot outside. Summer in Kamloops--perfect! Gerry brought home the most delicious raspberries and blueberries yesterday. I got
"Look closely at the present you are constructing: it should look like the future you are dreaming.” ~ Alice Walker Yesterday I finally did some clean up in my woman cave. Projects everywhere and it gets to the point where my mind is overwhelmed; that's when I know I need to pause and tidy things
“Preserving was almost a mania with Mrs. Bergson. . . When there was nothing to preserve, she began to pickle." ~ Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop It's like that for Mrs. Hoye too. Yesterday, Gerry scored more asparagus at the green grocer that came from one of the nearby farms so I'm making pickles
"Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.” ~ Marcel Proust These kind of days are my favourites--sunshine, warm temperature, and a good measure of silence and solitude. I've resolved to take more down time this year so there's a good chance I'll spend some time on the deck with a book
"My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer." ~ Robert Burns It's very early as I write this; the sun hasn't even begun to think about rising. Gerry just rolled over to go back to sleep after taking Maya outside, but not before
“The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.” ~ L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables Or, seen another way, people who have returned to fairyland after having endured a long and arduous journey. That's what retirement is like.