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.
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.
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed. Mary Oliver For a moment I’m confused, and in my first waking moments I take attendance to figure out who’s here. Ladybug Girl won’t be climbing into bed for early morning snuggles; she’s back home and heading to camp of another kind this morning.
Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good. Maya Angelou, Celebrations: Rituals of Peace and Prayer We stop at the green grocer, on our way to the library, to pick up carrots and apples. I spy
. . . for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. Philippians 4:11 ESV After lunch, we three take our cameras and head to a favourite park. First stop is the butterfly garden. It is awash with colourful blossoms—the tall, old-fashioned, hollyhocks the most prominent among them. Gerry and I wander
Maybe the hardest thing in writing is simply to tell the truth about things as we see them. John Steinbeck I get frustrated; then I get testy. It starts at the bank where a quick stop turns into something more complicated. We arrive to find it has been transformed into an automated futuristic place with