But there is greater comfort in the substance of silence than in the answer to a question.
Thomas Merton
I click send on an email about a decision I’ve been mulling over for ages, making it official. Intention means letting go of some good things in order to focus best on the precious few.
Later, as I’m putting away mason jars, I decide to make a detour on my way to the storage room and stop at the woman cave with a blue Ball jar.
I snip and prune sprigs from the Christmas bouquet we took to my mother-in-love at Christmas that, in truth, she was never really able to enjoy. We brought the fading bouquet home with us after she passed away and I plucked out the dried blooms, leaving just a few red carnations and white something-or-other flowers that I don’t know the name of.
Only the white ones remain and the blue jar reminds me of them. I spend a few minutes capturing images of the classic blue and white combination and feel a peace settle as I work in silence.
I don’t accomplish all I want to on this day, but I do all that I need to and that is enough.
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Simple happy.
Cherry pie made with cherries I canned last spring.
A few minutes of camera play.
Waking early.
A new season of Victoria on Masterpiece.
Pesto that tastes like the summer garden.
So lovely. I feel the peace.
Thank you, Martha. I’m pleased you tasted the peace.
This photo…with remnants of that bouquet…is a perfect testament to a beautiful life.
Thanks, Karen.