Simple things comfort me on these days when I’m still weary from travel, and longing for ordinariness: plucking a jar of canned tomatoes off the shelf in the cold storage room, the sound of a snow shovel scraping on a driveway, the contented hum of the furnace in the early morning. I wake early—too early,
Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing. Barbara Kingsolver, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life I pull a tattered ziplock bag from the freezer drawer. It’s full of onion skin, carrot chunks, celery leaves, and whatever other vegetable scraps I tucked away in recent months. I
Once I committed a couple of hours to being in the kitchen, I found my usual impatience fade and could give myself over to the afternoon’s unhurried project . . . There’s something about such work that seems to alter the experience of time. . . It seems to me that one of the great luxuries
You have to decide what your highest priorities are and have the courage—pleasantly, smilingly, nonapologetically, to say “no” to other things. And the way you do that is by having a bigger “yes” burning inside. The enemy of the “best” is often the “good. Stephen Covey I think I spent the whole night dreaming about
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
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.
I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now. Louisa May Alcott, Little Women I wake—again—from the kind of sleep that wraps around you like a thick and sticky black glue. My body aches. It’s the third or fourth time since midnight that I’ve fought my way to the surface, and struggled again to return to