Quotes for the Day:
“To love another person is to see the face of God.” ―Victor Hugo
“Everybody’s In, Baby.” ―The Love Warriors
“And when she wanted to see the face of God, she didn’t look up and away; she looked into the eyes of the person next to her. Which is Harder. Better.” ―Glennon Doyle
“When we ask for help, we are building community. We are doing away with this notion that we should be practicing at detachment. We are rapturously attaching! We become responsible for tending to one another’s pieces. Not only is the giver allowed to express their bestowing heart, the receiver is taken into a greater tenderness of their own giving nature. As we grow our capacity for gratitude, which is another way of saying completeness or belonging, we are healing our tinygiant part of the world’s devastating wound of scarcity.” ―Dreamwork with Toko-pa
“Forever is composed of nows.” ―Emily Dickinson
Rob Brezsny: ‘So it turns out that the “blemish” is actually essential to the beauty. The “deviation” is at the core of the strength. The “wrong turn” was crucial to you getting you back on the path with heart.’
“If not for reverence, if not for wonder, if not for love, why have we come here?” ―Raffi
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” ―Anne Frank
1. Reading. I have gotten out of the habit of reading for fun, only catching a page or three here and there between projects. Yesterday, I had whole blocks of time to just read. I’m re-reading Patricia McKillip’s Alphabet of Thorn. I want to get her Kingfisher, which won this year’s Mythopoeic Society’s Award.
2. The place between worlds that is the beach: Earth, Water, Air. The Fire part is a little more esoteric, perhaps, but the sun provides.
3. Tiny beach pebbles. They’re so satisfying to hold in my hand
4. The sound of gulls in the wind
5. So many sane and articulate people in the world
May we walk in Beauty!
This weekend, we spent a lot of time with the Legos. I decided to tear down my apartment building and build a witch’s cottage. I looked at pictures of a Lego fairy tale cottage for ideas.
The front of the cottage, looking out toward the swamp, where the gang is birding and boating and enjoying the day. And the rear of the cottage, with the requisite spiderweb (it IS a witch’s cottage).
The sides. Yes, there’s a rat in the flower garden. The baby dragon, an owl, and Michael Birdboy live on the roof.
Jasmine and Robin have tea in the dining room and discuss their morning bird sightings. Raine and Marie and Midge warm up by the hearth
1. Kings: The Kingbird that flew beside us all the way past the cow meadow at the top of the hill, and the Kingfisher that swooped across the street and into the sycamore tree today.
2. Hannah’s quilt in front of the sanctuary these last few weeks. I love the way her grandmother used straight lines to suggest curves.
3. Tender-hearted people
4. Two more weeks
5. Three weeks until the beach. Five weeks until my Solitude Retreat. I am trying something different this year. Last year, I was serendipitously there at the same time as a friend, and we finished our time there with a long chat. This year we are intentionally going at the same time, and planning some processing time together.
May we walk in Beauty!
Home again, home again, from a lovely five days in Stone Harbor, NJ. Instead of trying to whittle my Gratitude List from all those days down to five, or even ten, here is a list of general joys from the trip:
1. Getting the Farmer off the farm. Watching him relax.
2. We got there in time to see the massive flock of swallows snapping up insects on a short pit stop on their southward journey. By mid-day Friday, they’d gone south.
3. The full moon over my right shoulder, and the sun leaping out of the early morning waves in front of me, and the season changing (certainly at that very moment) to Autumn.
4. Monarchs. So few, so few. But still. Some.
6. Trash scavenging treasures: a beach rake, another beach umbrella in really good shape, a boogie board. Call me a vulture.
7. Josiah opened the screen door on Friday morning: “Now we’re open for love and business.”
10. Sylvester’s Fish Market, Nemo’s, Tortilla Flats, Uncle Bill’s Pancake House. In other words, good eating.
11. There were no more throwing up incidents after we got there. We needed to get rid of that old car seat anyway. Now we have a nice new booster.
12. Big shovels to dig massive holes with. As soon as they had a good hole, the boys would start nesting, creating sand shelves for their tools, making roads for the construction equipment. . .
14. Making drip castles with Ellis.
15. The way the boys hum quietly to themselves as they play in the sand, as they swim in the pool.
16. Ellis jumping off the sand ridge into the water, into the sun.
17. Watching my child’s eyes when he realized that he had just kept himself afloat in the pool.
18. You know what I mean about the sun-road on the waves? I love how it always appears to lead directly to me.
May we walk that road in Beauty.
I wish I had had my camera. I wish I could draw well and fast. Instead, I’ll have to try to give you the picture in words.
It’s a really hot day on the beach. The elements are all doing their elemental best to claim the day: sand, air, sun and waves. You have to yell to be heard above the pounding of the surf, and the tide is rising fast, claiming sneakers and chairs and sand pails faster than their startled owners can drag them in. One dad gets a bright idea to stave off the loss of his space by building a sea wall, and digs a fortification in front of his family’s umbrella: a deep hole with a wall on the side to the ocean. Suddenly kids from all over have gotten into the act, digging and fortifying.
My boys ran down with their cousins to join in. Parents came, too, and we built drip castles all along the line of the wall. And the wall held against the tide, giving the umbrella people another forty minutes of time before the hole behind the wall filled with fresh cold sea water, and the children went from castle-builders to merfolk, dabbling in the pool they’d created and covering themselves with yellow foam.
1. Family time at the beach
2. Mama Ocean
3. Watching Joss devour every kind of seafood he could get his hands on: clams, flounder, shrimp, scallops.
4. Coming home to Jon
5. Myotis lucifugus, the little brown bat. The first one to roost in the barn we called Otis because it seemed more likely that a solitary bat would be male. The friend who was roosting with him today we will call Lucy, in hopes that they might be a breeding pair. Fly well, small ones.
May we walk in Beauty.