~ The mountain is still pulling at me, the way time slows down when you're on vacation, the way you lean back into it, give yourself to the moment. Coming back home, I pulled up facebook for the first time in over a week and screeched headlong into Charleston, gun control, blame-shifting. I had to close my eyes and picture the creek, the way water and stone shared the same narrow bed, the way they fit, each making space over time for the other, the way their fitting became a song.
St Francis used to pray, "Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace..."
~ There's a tiny theme building in my mind here, of making space for the other, of attending to those things we have been too important to attend to before.
Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "A great [wo]man is always willing to be little."
~ I read Marie Kondo's small book on tidying while I was away. I've been feeling so cluttered lately. I am realizing I still have too much hurry, that I rush from one idea to the next without attending to what comes between. Things like taking the time to put items away properly instead of putting them down; deleting extra photos and downloading and storing them in the right places; dealing with the mail immediately, etc. Kondo has a little section where she tells about emptying her handbag at night and putting each thing carefully in its place. Something about that image makes a sound like water flowing over rocks in my mind: peaceful, musical, right.
~ Here's a little link that I have posted before along the same lines: Wash your bowl.
~ I've neglected this space because it was feeling like a burden. I've been remembering the old days, when blogs were not about audiences and platforms and selling, but about being present to each other, sharing our lives, creating beauty. I'd like to do that again, if you don't mind; a come just as I am kind of space. If you know of others who are still blogging like that, would you leave a link? I'd like to see some quiet, beautiful spaces again.
~Here's one you bibliophiles might like: Contemplating the Exquisite.
Peace keep you, friends.