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.
What a blessing it is to love books. Elizabeth von Arnim, The Solitary Summer Ladybug Girl and I spend a good chunk of the morning at the library. The library appreciation gene has been nourished through the generations and it is strong in both of us. She’s proficient on the catalog search computer; we stock
. . . to think always kindly and highly of others, this is great and perfect wisdom. Thomas Kempis, The Imitation of Christ The storm passes and, for now, there is a little bit of sun in my eyes. It’s way too cool for June. My weather app shows a significant warming trend once we
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. Cicero It’s hot—thirty-two degrees Celsius hot. I’m standing at my community garden plot, hose in hand, watering and plucking the odd spring of dill that’s become a persistent weed since the gardener next door let a forest of hers go to seed.
She feels about being alone the way most people feel about chocolate. Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake I intend to speak to no one today except for my Yorkie, Maya. I will bathe in solitude and sunshine, spending an abundance of time on my deck with my manuscript, a notebook, and a
Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home. Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life I set a personal intention that this will be a writing summer and, on the heels of that, add reading. I’m giving myself permission to spend long and lazy
That feeling stayed with me for months. In fact, I had grown so accustomed to that floating feeling that I started to panic at the prospect of losing it. So I began to ask friends, theologians, historians, pastors I knew, and nuns I liked, What am I going to do when it’s gone? And they