Fits and starts: that’s summer this year.
A few days ago, I sat in a small darkened community theatre and had the joy of watching my granddaughter perform in William Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing.
This Monday morning, I look ahead to a handful of quotidian days before the next summer shift. The ordinariness of picking green beans will be a gift.
I have much to do. I could fill this week with busy things, but I’m learning that sitting on the deck with a book is sometimes the better work.
Listening is wiser than speaking, paying attention more gratifying than rushing.
There are seasons in which we accomplish much by being still.