Monday, August 31, 2017

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”

~ Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

Gerry is on his way home from the sea–once they figure out the travel logistics. There is conflicting information about highways and fires and permits but somehow they’ll sort it out and I expect he will be home this evening. I was looking forward to canning salmon but it sounds like the catch wasn’t as plentiful as hoped for so I’ll tuck my washed salmon jars away until next year and stick with freezing the catch.

This morning I’m going to can lemon-garlic green beans with yesterday afternoon’s harvest. Maybe I’ll do some beets too–or maybe not as I’m still not feeling up to par. Sometimes the cure is almost as bad as what ails you and that seems to be the case with me right now. This is exactly why I resist taking pharmaceutical medication. Grrr.

The other day I dyed some cheesecloth with blueberries just because I wanted to try it and, if it turned out, use it in photography. I love it and might do this again with other fruits or vegetables if I get inspired.

The sun is just beginning to show herself in the red morning sky. It’s the day of the total eclipse. I’m reminded of another time when the sun went dark in the middle of the day, when the ultimate price was paid, and I am thankful.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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