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Summer weather has at last arrived. There are many things I enjoy about this time of year; an open window being very high on my list. To lie peacefully awaiting sleep, listening to forest sounds, is one of life's great pleasures. To be lost in a book, and gently brought back to this world by the delicate clamor of raindrops abandoning themselves to gravity, brings peace to the soul. One is reminded that there is an order in the world that we cannot master. An order we cannot fully understand. How wonderful to know that human frailty is not the dominant force in the universe. Attila, although he is working six days a week, is home most evenings in time for a relaxing bath, a good meal, and an evening of small activities and conversations. We are enjoying this life, and feel as rich as anyone, despite our less-than-ideal but better-than-most-other-humans-on-earth financial situation. I feel a true sadness for people who measure their lives by means of money, power, or status; they are altogether missing the experience and wonder of being here. I see no reason to attempt to relieve these people of their folly. We each come to this world and make our way through a series of choices. It is true that for most, none of the choices offered can lead to social or financial success. It is also true that for all, there is a choice to explore, accept, and love oneself. On Saturday last, our neighbourhood had a yard sale. Each of us displayed our wares on lawns and driveways. We waved and shouted greetings to one another throughout the morning; a carnival like atmosphere prevailed. Hundreds of strangers perused our arrayed goods. Automobiles came and went in a steady stream. I must confess to possibly being the worst salesperson in the world. I have a compulsion to give things away. The spirit of fair exchange escapes me. It does not help that what I am attempting to sell are goods that I no longer want or need. At the end of the day my total profit was $2.10 and would have been much less if one of my customers had not insisted on paying more than I had asked! The unfortunate aspect of such an event is that I usually acquire more than I peddle. True to form, at the end of the day I had a box full of "new" used goods, far more than I had sold. Happily, Luna and Janus will receive most of the items, and some will go to Auntie Mame. However, I did procure two excellent baking dishes to add to AttilaŽs kitchen equipment. On Sunday last, Attila and I leisurely enjoyed a late breakfast, then hopped into our little green car and made our way to visit Luna and Janus. In one week they have accomplished much and are settling in to their new home very nicely. Attila brought along his gardening tools and we all spent a pleasant afternoon pruning and weeding. Their yard is lovely, but had been neglected for several years. During the afternoon, I found myself staring at Luna. I am as amazed now by the wonder of her, as I was the day she was born. When she was a baby, I could be found staring at her as she slept, watching her as she played, fascinated. She is an affirmation of my involvement with life. At the end of the day Janus fired up the BBQ and grilled "burgers and dogs" to perfection for our dinner. Later in the evening, we drove away, waving our good-byes. Janus waved from the top of a ladder where he was installing a satellite dish. Luna waved from her station outside the family room window, where she stood to report his progress in pointing the dish in just the right direction. Direction is what they share. |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions  Natural Patterns By the Easy Chair Georgia O'Keefe by Roxana Robinson (Just finishing this book, I have been reading it for two years!) On the Screen The Cider House Rules starring Michael Caine Weather 12:58 EDT Temp: 18`C Humidity: 77% Wind: E 11 km/h Barometric:101.2 kPa Sunrise 5:44 AM EDT Sunset 9:04 PM EDT |
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